headache with that naughty drug of yours it would be a most excellent joke. Ha ha! Very amusing indeed! I'd no idea you were such an actress, my child. But don't you think the game's gone on long enough now? I am very uncomfortable lying here tied up on the hard floor and"
"Oh, fish!" she said. "This isn't a novel by the Author of 'Trixie.' Stop talking all this conventional tripe about hideous dreams and excellent jokes and realise that you're up against The Thing That Is."
"But," he gasped," it can't be. It simply can't! My daughter send me, her own father and an Archdeacon of the Church of England, to sea in a whale ship for three years! No, no. It's not credible. I won't hear of it. Such things aren't done."
"What maddens me about you, father,"
