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52 very great service. You would not find them—er—ungrateful."

"Meaning, you want me to be the postman?"

"Exactly. Your position is an unofficial one, your journey is bona fide. Everything would be eminently satisfactory."

"Well," I said slowly, "I don't mind if I do. The one thing I am anxious to do is to get out of England again as soon as possible."

"You will find the climate of South Africa delightful—quite delightful."

"My dear fellow, I know all about the climate. I was out there shortly before the war."

"I am really much obliged to you, Pedler. I will send you round the package by messenger. To be placed in General Smuts's own hands, you understand? The Kilmorden Castle sails on Saturday—quite a good boat."

I accompanied him a short way along Pall Mall before we parted. He shook me warmly by the hand, and thanked me again effusively.

I walked home reflecting on the curious by-ways of Governmental policy.

It was the following evening that Jarvis, my butler, informed me that a gentleman wished to see me on private business, but declined to give his name. I have always a lively apprehension of insurance touts, so told Jarvis to say I could not see him. Guy Pagett, unfortunately, when he might for once have been of real use, was laid up with a bilious attack. These earnest, hard-working young men with weak stomachs are always liable to bilious attacks.

Jarvis returned.

"The gentleman asked me to tell you, Sir Eustace, that he comes to you from Mr. Milray."

That altered the complexion of things. A few minutes