an gave him a bad cheque … a s…s…stumer； my dear … and a whole lot of very menacing men came round to the flat thugs； my dear … and Sebastian was making no sense at the time and it was all most unpleasant。'
Boy Mulcaster wandered towards us and sat down； without encouragement； by my side。
'Drink running short in there；' he said； helping himself from our bottle and emptying it。 'Not a soul in the place I ever set eyes on before … all black fellows。'
Anthony ignored him and continued： 'So then we left Marseille and went to Tangier； and there； my dear； Sebastian took up with his new friend。 How can I describe him？ He is like the footman in Warning Shadows … a great clod of a German who'd been in the Foreign Legion。 He got out by shooting off his great toe。 It hadn't healed yet。 Sebastian found him； starving as tout to one of the houses in the Kasbah； and brought him to stay with us。 It was too macabre。 So back I came； my dear； to good old England … Good old England；' he repeated； embracing with a flourish of his hand the Negroes gambling at our feet； Mulcaster staring blankly before him； and our hostess who； in pyjamas； now introduced herself to us。
'Never seen you before；' she said。 'Never asked you。 Who are all this white trash； anyway？ Seems to me I must be in the wrong house。'
'A time of national emergency；' said Mulcaster。 'Anything may happen。'
'Is the party going well？' she asked anxiously。 'D'you think Florence Mills would sing？ We've met before；' she added to Anthony。
'Often； my dear； but you never asked me tonight。'
'Oh dear； perhaps I don't like you。 I thought I liked everyone。'
'Do you think；' asked Mulcaster； when our hostess had left us； 'that it might be witty to give the fire alarm？'
'Yes； Boy； run away and ring it。'
'Might cheer things up； I mean。'
'Exactly。'
So Mulcaster left us in search of the telephone。
'I think Sebastian and his lame chum went to French Morocco；' continued Anthony。 'They were in trouble with the Tangier police when I left them。 The Marchioness has been a positive pest ever since I came to London； trying to make me get into touch with them。 What a time that poor woman's having！ It only shows there's some justice in life。'
Presently Miss Mills began to sing and everyone； except the crap players； crowded to the next room。
'That's my girl；' said Mulcaster。 'Over there； with that black fellow。 That's the girl who brought me。'
'She seems to have forgotten you now。'
'Yes。 I wish I hadn't e。 Let's go somewhere。' Two fire engines drove up as we left and a host of helmeted figures joined the throng upstairs。
'That chap； Blanche；' said Mulcaster； 'not a good fellow。 I put him in Mercury once。'
We went to a number of night clubs。 In two years Mulcaster seemed to have attained his simple ambition of being known and liked in such places。 At the last of them he and I were kindled by a great flame of patriotism。
'You and I ' he said； 'were too young to fight in the war。 Other chaps fought； millions of them dead。 Not us。 We'll show them。 We'll show the dead chaps we can fight； too。'
'That's why I'm here；' I said。 'e from overseas； rallying to old country in hour of need。'
'Like Australians。'
'Like the poor dead Australians。'
'What you in？'
'Nothing yet。 War not ready。'
'Only one thing to join … Bill Meadows' show Defence Corps。 All good chaps。 Being fixed in Bratt's。'
'I'll join。'
'You remember Bratt's？'
'No。 I'll join that； too。'
'That's right。 All good chaps like the dead chaps。'
So I joined Bill Meadows' show； which was a flying squad； protecting food deliveries in the poorest parts of London。 First I was enrolled in the Defence Corps； took an oath of loyalty； and was given a helmet and truncheon； then I was put up for Bratt's Club and； with a number of other recruits； elected at a mittee meeting specially called for the occasion。 For a week we sat under orders in Bratt's and thrice a day we drove out in a lorry at the head of a convoy of milk vans。 We were jeered at and sometimes pelted with muck but only once did we go into action。
We were sitting round after luncheon that day when Bill Meadows came back from the telephone in high spirits。
'e on；' he said。 'There's a perfectly good battle in the mercial Road。'
We drove at great speed and arrived to find a steel hawser stretched between lamp posts； an overturned truck and a policeman； alone on the pavement； being kicked by half a dozen youths。 On either side of this centre of disturbance； and at a little distance from it； two opposing parties had formed。 Near us； as we disembarked； a second policeman was sitting on the pavement； dazed； with his head in his hands and blood running through his fingers； two or three sympathizers were standing over him； on the other side of the hawser was a hostile knot of young dockers。 We charged in cheerfully； relieved the policeman； and were just falling upon the main body of the enemy when we came into collision with a party of local clergy and town councillors who arrived simultaneously by another route to try persuasion。 They were our only victims； for just as they went down there was a cry of 'Look out。 The coppers；' and a lorry…load of police drew up in our rear。
The crowd broke and disappeared。 We picked up the peace…makers （only one of whom was seriously hurt）； patrolled some of the side streets looking for trouble and finding none； and at length returned to Bratt's。 Next day the General Strike was called off and the country everywhere； except in the coal fields； returned to normal。 It was as though a beast long fabled for its ferocity had emerged for an hour； scented danger； and slunk back to its lair。 It had not been worth leaving Paris。
Jean； who joined another pany； had a pot of ferns dropped on his head by an elderly widow in Camden Town and was in hospital for a week。
It was through my membership of Bill Meadows' squad that Julia learned I was in England。 She telephoned to say her mother was anxious to see me。
'You'll find her terribly ill；' she said。
I went to Marchmain House on the first morning of peace。 Sir Adrian Porson passed me in the hall； leaving； as I arrived； he held a bandanna handkerchief to his face and felt blindly for his hat and stick； he was in tears。
I was shown into the library and in less than a minute Julia joined me。 She shook hands with a gentleness and gravity of a ghost。
'It's sweet of you to e。 Mummy has kept asking for you； but I don't know if she'll be able to see you now； after all。 She's just said 〃good…bye〃 to Adrian Porson and it's tired her。'
'Good…bye？'
'Yes。 She's dying。 She may live a week or two or she may go at any minute。 She's so weak。 I'll go and ask nurse。'
The stillness of death seemed in the house already。 No one ever sat in the library at Marchmain House。 It was the one ugly room in either of their houses。 The bookcases of Victorian oak held volumes of Hansard and obsolete encyclopedias that were never opened； the bare mahogany table seemed set for the meeting of a mittee； the place had the air of being both public and unfrequented； outside lay the forecourt； the railings； the quiet cul…de…sac。
Presently Julia returned。
'No； I'm afraid you can't see her。 She's asleep。 She may lie like that for hours； I can tell you what she wanted。 Let's go somewhere else。 I hate this room。'
We went across the hall to the small drawing…room where luncheon parties used to assemble； and sat on either side of the fireplace。 Julia seemed to reflect the crimson and gold of the walls and lose some of her warmness。
'First； I know； mummy wanted to say how sorry she is she was so beastly to you last time you met。 She's spoken of it often。 She knows now she was wrong about you。 I'm quite sure you understood and put it out of your mind immediately； but it's the kind of thing mummy can never forgive herself … it's the kind of thing she so seldom did。'
'Do tell her I understood pletely。'
'The other thing； of course； you have guessed … Sebastian。 She wants him。 I don't know if that's possible。 Is it？'
'I hear he's in a very bad way。'
'We h