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Rh lots of lions in Rhodesia. You'll like lions. All girls do."

"Will they be practising low jumps?" I asked, laughing. "No, thank you very much, but I must go to Durban."

Sir Eustace looked at me, sighed deeply, then opened the door of the adjoining room and called to Pagett.

"If you've quite finished your afternoon sleep, my dear fellow, perhaps you'd do a little work for change."

Guy Pagett appeared in the doorway. He bowed to us both, starting slightly at the sight of me, and replied in a melancholy voice:

"I have been typing that memorandum all this afternoon, Sir Eustace."

"Well, stop typing it then. Go down to the Trade Commissioner's Office, or the Board of Agriculture, or the Chamber of Mines, or one of these places, and ask them to lend me some kind of a woman to take to Rhodesia. She must have liquid eyes and not object to my holding her hand."

"Yes, Sir Eustace. I will ask for a competent shorthand-typist."

"Pagett's a malicious fellow," said Sir Eustace, after the secretary had departed. "I'd be prepared to bet that he'll pick out some slab-faced creature on purpose to annoy me. She must have nice feet too—I forgot to mention that."

I clutched Suzanne excitedly by the hand and almost dragged her along to her room.

"Now, Suzanne," I said, "we've got to make plans—and make them quickly. Pagett is staying behind here—you heard that?"

"Yes. I suppose that means that I shan't be allowed to go to Rhodesia—which is very annoying, because I want to go to Rhodesia. How tiresome."