He had unloaded his drivers on the Army; and sold his buses to the Government. The only big creditor was Captain Royal, and Alf could afford to laugh at him. Besides Captain Royal would be off to the war--and might not come back. Moreover, unless he was much mistaken, the war meant all manner of chances of which the man with his eyes open would take full advantage: world convulsions always did. Meanwhile he had the garages on which he could rebuild his original edifice at any moment, add to it, alter it as opportunity offered. The war would not last for ever; but it would un-make businesses and devour men--some of them his rivals. While they were away at the Front he would be quietly, ceaselessly strengthening his position at home. And when peace came, as it must some day, he would be ready to reap where he had sown in enterprise and industry. On his way up to Old Town that evening he met the Reverend Spink and asked him how long the Franco-Prussian war had lasted. The curate still had the ruffled and resentful air of a fighting cockerel who has a grievance against the referee. Lady Augusta, indeed, had passed a busy morning smoothing his plumage and inducing him to withdraw his resignation. His meeting with Alf served as further balm to his wounded spirit; for above all else the Reverend Spink loved to be appealed to as a scholar. Now he answered Alf with a learned frown, "Six months. It began at the same date as this. They were in Paris by January." "As long as that!" said Alf surprised. "Looks as if they'd be quicker this time!" A thought struck him. He turned down Borough Lane, and went to call on Ruth. She was at home, alone in the kitchen, her babes in bed. He did not enter, but stood in the door awhile before she was aware of him, watching her with sugary and secretive smile. Then he chirped. She looked up, saw him; and the light faded out of her face. "So Ern's gone to the wars," he said. "You'll be a bit lonely like o nights, the evenings drawing in and all. Say, I might drop in on you when I got the time. I'm not so busy, as I was. Likely I'll be goin back to drive for Mr. Trupp now." She rose, formidable as a lioness at bay in the mouth of her cave. "Out of it!" she ordered, and flung an imperious hand towards the door. Alf fled incontinently. A navvy, who had been watching him from a door opposite, shouldered heavily across the street to meet him. He was a very big man with a very small head, dressed in corduroys; of the type you still meet in the pages of Punch but seldom in real life. His hands were deep in his pockets, and he said quietly without so much as removing his pipe. "Stow the bloody truck then!" Alf paused, astonished. Then he thought the other must have mistaken his man in the dusk. "Here! d'you know who you're talkin to?" he asked. The navvy showed himself quite undisturbed.