For some miles all went well. Then the ice began to drip through the paper, and in a little while the underneath part of _The Daily News_ had disappeared altogether. Tucking the lobster under my arm I turned the block over, so that it rested on another part of the paper. Soon that had dissolved too. By the time I had got half-way our Radical contemporary had been entirely eaten. Fortunately _The Daily Mail_ remained. But to get it I had to disentangle Algernon first, and I had no hand available. There was only one thing to do. I put the block of ice down on the pavement, unwrapped the lobster, put the lobster temporarily in my pocket, spread its _Daily Mail_ out next to the ice, lifted the ice on to the paper, and--looked up and saw Mrs. Thompson approaching. She was the last person I wanted at that moment. In an hour and a half she would be dining with us. Algernon would not be dining with us. If Algernon and Mrs. Thompson were to meet now, would she not be expecting him to turn up at every course? Think of the long-drawn-out disappointment for her; not even lobster sauce! There was no time to lose. I decided to abandon the ice. Leaving it on the pavement I turned round and walked hastily back the way I had come. By the time I had shaken off Mrs. Thompson I was almost at the fishmonger's. That decided me. I would begin all over again, and would do it properly this time. "I want," I said boldly, "threepennyworth of ice." "Three of ice, Bill," said the fishmonger, and Bill gave me quite a respectable segment in _The Morning Post_. "And I want a taxi," I said, and I summoned one. We drove quickly home. As we neared the flat I suddenly remembered Algernon. I drew him out of my pocket, red and undraped. This would never do. If the porter saw me entering my residence with a nice lobster, the news would soon get about, and before I knew where I was I should have a super-tax form sprung on me. I placed the block of ice on the seat, took off its _Morning Post_, and wrapped up Algernon. Then I sprang out, gave the man a shilling, and got into the lift. * * * * * "Bless you," said Celia, "have you got it? How sweet of you!" And she took my parcel from me. "Now we shall be able----Why, what's this?" I looked at it closely. "It's--it's a lobster," I said, "Didn't you say lobster?" "I said ice." "Oh," I said, "oh, I didn't understand. I thought you said lobster." "You can't put lobster in cider cup," said Celia severely. Of course I quite see that. It was rather a silly mistake of mine. However, it's pleasant to think that the taxi must have been nice and cool for the next man. A. A. M. * * * * * AT THE TOWER.