The colonel smiled and said: “Oh, all right; smoke away.” He lighted up, and the fumes of the shag permeated the room. Some one opened another window, and the young officer who had addressed him at first suddenly looked at him and exclaimed: “Innocent! You couldn’t get shag like that anywhere but in Norfolk.” It must have been an hour later when another officer entered and saluted. “Message from the G.H.Q., sir,” he said. “Well?” “They have arrested the gardener at the convent of St. Eloise, and they have every reason to believe that he is the notorious Paul Jouperts.” The colonel stood up, and his eyes beamed. He came over to old Sam and shook his hand. “Mr. Gates,” he said, “you are an old brick. You will probably hear more of this. You have probably been the means of delivering something very useful into our hands. Your own honor is vindicated. A loving Government will probably award you five shillings or a Victoria Cross or something of that sort. In the meantime, what can I do for you?” Old Sam scratched his chin. “I want to get back ’ome,” he said. “Well, even that might be arranged.” “I want to get back ’ome in toime for tea.” “What time do you have tea?” “Foive o’clock or thereabouts.” “I see.” A kindly smile came into the eyes of the colonel. He turned to another officer standing by the table and said: “Raikes, is any one going across this afternoon with dispatches?” “Yes, sir,” replied the other officer. “Commander Jennings is leaving at three o’clock.” “You might ask him if he could see me.” Within ten minutes a young man in a flight-commander’s uniform entered. “Ah, Jennings,” said the colonel, “here is a little affair which concerns the honor of the British army. My friend here, Sam Gates, has come over from Halvesham, in Norfolk, in order to give us valuable information. I have promised him that he shall get home to tea at five o’clock. Can you take a passenger?” The young man threw back his head and laughed. “Lord!” he exclaimed, “what an old sport! Yes, I expect I can manage it. Where is the forsaken place?” A large ordnance-map of Norfolk (which had been captured from a German officer) was produced, and the young man studied it closely. At three o’clock precisely old Sam, finding himself something of a hero and quite glad to escape from the embarrassment which this position entailed upon him, once more sped skyward in a “dratted airyplane.” At twenty minutes to five he landed once more among Mr. Hodge’s swedes. The breezy young airman shook hands with him and departed inland. Old Sam sat down and surveyed the familiar field of turnips.