A month had passed by, during which time the Doctor saw by the papers that Helston had acquired a cruiser at Elswick, built on "spec", an armoured cruiser being built by Laird’s, for a South American republic which had waived its claim to her, and three destroyers which were being completed at Yarrow’s, Thorneycroft’s, and Laird’s works respectively. At the end of the month he ran up to London, in response to a telegram, and met Helston at Waterloo. "I should hardly have known you," he said, grasping his hand; "you look twice the man you did six weeks ago. What fool’s errand have you brought me here for?" "Going to show you round my little fleet, old chap. How’s Milly and her old father?" "She’s all right. Asked after her Don Quixote the last time I saw her; but confound you, I’m hungry, I don’t want to see your ships. I’ve seen enough in my lifetime; you ought to have known that." "Come along then, old chap, we’ll have some grub and put you in a better temper," answered Helston, smiling, and took him to his hotel. They visited Yarrow’s yard that afternoon, and next day went up the river to Chiswick, where Thorneycroft’s destroyer lay almost ready for launching, with her engines and boilers on board. "Funny state of affairs, Doc, old boy," began Helston, as he patted her smooth sides, "for me to be buying ships. Fancy imagining six weeks ago that I should ever be signing cheques to the value of three-quarters of a million and thinking nothing of it!" "How much did this one cost you?" asked the Doctor grimly. "Just over £40,000—a mere fleabite," laughed Helston; "and she’s to do her trials next week—a guaranteed thirty knots. That would shake up your wretched liver, Doc, rushing along at more than thirty-five miles an hour! It’s a funny thing, but they have had several bids for her during the last few days, so I wrote out a cheque on the spot and got her. The others were a little doubtful about cash." "Some of these smaller republics always are," laughed the manager, who was standing near them. "It was Patagonia, too, of all others," continued Helston. "She tried to get all my ships, and, strangely enough, has never been in the market before, and doesn’t possess such a thing as a ship." "I expect she wants to become as civilized as some of her neighbours, and get up a rebellion against the army," added the manager. After dinner that night Helston showed the Doctor a list of officers he had chosen, among whom there were several they had known in the old days. The Admiralty had put them all on half-pay and lent them to the Chinese Government for eighteen months directly Helston had made out their temporary commissions for the squadron he was fitting out. The Chinese ambassador had been empowered to sign their commissions, and the ships were to fly the Yellow Dragon. "I see you have no doctors yet," said the Doctor. "I suppose no one has been such a fool as to volunteer." Helston opened a drawer in his desk.