out her glass and the Archdeacon, fatuously smiling, copied her example.
"Thank you, my love," he said. "Thank you very much. I hope you won't mind my saying how wise I think you and Bisham have been to accept the inevitable annorrocompelmiroo" The glass dropped from his hand; his head fell backwards; his jaws opened; his eyes closed; he began to breathe stentorously.
At the same moment the door opened and Dunkle came in. "Well, Archdeacon," he began cheerfully, but broke off at once as his eyes assured him that anything he might say to their guest would be wasted.
"By jelly!' he said, "you've lost no time, old tub."
"No," said Chloë, "I've no time to lose. I want to dance. That knock-out drop I've administered will keep him quiet for a good eight hours, that is to say till
