Never was a train journey more soothing and swift and comfortable. It was a credit to any railway company. In London, Sally and Molly and I said good-by to the rest of the party, after inviting a few of the pleasanter members of the club to pay us a visit at Richmond. Then we had dinner, listened awhile to some of the latest songs and music, and finally found ourselves in the crowded streets again. It was theatre-time, and tired as we were, the temptation for amusement was great. But we resisted it and strolled part of the way home instead. Sally, who had proved that she was a connoisseur in both food and wine, was in a meditative and affectionate mood. She took my arm, while Molly walked on ahead. At Charing Cross, I heard a cry which sent the blood rushing to my head. I felt naked and almost ashamed. It was as if every eye in London was on me. Hastily and doubtfully, I bought an evening paper, drew Sally and Molly aside, and sought out this latest and fleetest example of modern journalism. It ran as follows:-- TWENTY-ONE OLD MEN MADE YOUNG A STRANGE VOYAGE MONKEY-GLAND QUEST _We have just received exclusive news of one of the most startling voyages of discovery ever made by man._ _Over eighteen months ago there set sail from England between eighty and ninety old men in search of gorilla glands in Western Africa. . . ._ "We'll read it on the way back to Richmond," I said hurriedly. "This is treachery. In spite of their promises, one of the old men has given us away. Let's get a taxi before someone recognizes us." Shall I ever forget that night? We arrived home at ten o'clock, thrust our way through a little knot of enterprising journalists who had discovered my address, hammered at the door, and tumbled in on a half-prostrate Nanny. "Go away!" I cried to the swarm of news-seekers, and I slammed the door in their faces, took off my hat and gripped Nanny by the hand. She was dumfounded at the change in Sally, but as soon as she had recovered her faculties, commenced ministering to us and mothering us as of old. Never was home more welcome to any man than it was to me that night. Nanny unearthed Molly's best silk pajamas, lent Sally one of her own nightdresses, prepared our rooms, and even coaxed us to eat and drink. Then she sat and watched us, too full of joy to speak. Bed, at last--cool and sweet and restful. Then sleep--and finally the morrow. It was a day packed with excitement--not the least of which was getting rid of those importunate journalists, to whom I refused all information. I told them to go to--Corisco; gave them Gran'pa's address; and wished them a pleasant voyage.