We didn’t mind that in the least. ’Where’s the Club?’ we gasped. ’Quick! tell us! Our Sub’s been arrested, and we want to find our Skipper.’ ’We’ve just come from there,’ they shouted. ’My aunt! what a lark! Come along!’ and they turned back and all six of us pushed our way along. It was hot work, if you like. ’What’s he been up to?’ one of them asked me. ’They think he’s an insurgent; he is just like his brother who is one.’ We saw the flags almost directly, dashed through the gateway into the Club, the _Hercules_ mids. after us, and saw Mr. Perkins sitting under a punkah trying to get cool. ’Where’s the Captain, sir?’ we asked. ’Don’t know! Was here ten minutes ago.’ We hunted everywhere—he wasn’t in the Club—and ran back to Mr. Perkins. ’The Sub’s been arrested, sir; they’re half-killing him. They think he’s his brother and have carried him off. What can we do?’ Mr. Perkins whistled and scratched his head. That big German man who had been playing billiards with cousin Gerald in the morning was sitting close by and jumped up, ’What you say? Gerald Wilson caught?’ ’No,’ we both piped out, ’not Gerald, his brother Bill, our Sub; they’ve collared him at the hotel near the cathedral.’ ’Phew! that’s awkward! Something must be done at once. They’d shoot Gerald Wilson if they caught him, and they may shoot his brother.’ He spoke very rapidly. ’What can be done?’ Mr. Perkins asked, his red face getting quite white. ’I’ll drive you to the British Minister—it’s a long way out of the town—he’s gone there, I know—that’s the only thing we can do—you’ll have to wait till my carriage comes.’ We did wait, waited for half an hour—it seemed hours, and though Mr. Perkins stood us lemon squashes and cakes we were much too worried to eat anything. The _Hercules_ mids. waited about—the greedy pigs—till Mr. Perkins had to order some for them too, and they finished the whole lot of cakes, ours as well as theirs. Then the big German called us, and he and Mr. Perkins and we two drove away. It was a quarter to three and Mr. Macdonald would be expecting us in a quarter of an hour—whatever should we do I The Angel and I couldn’t keep our feet still—we felt so awful—because we could have walked faster than the carriage went in the crowded streets. When we turned down a side street, the nigger driver lashed the horses into a gallop, we got out into the country, and presently pulled up at a big white house with the Union Jack flying above it. Oh! It was so comforting to see it. Out we jumped, the German hurried us through a courtyard, a black footman in livery led us through a lot of beautiful cool rooms into a garden with palms and fountains, and we saw a whole crowd of people—English ladies too—sitting in the shade. We forgot to be shy, we were so frightened, caught sight of Captain Grattan and Captain Roger Hill, and, without waiting, simply ran up to them through all the ladies, and told them all about it.