I put on my hat and trot round to Regent Street, where I find little Ching Foo, my cocaine merchant, on his pitch at the Vigo Street corner. I tell him what I want done and an hour later he arrives in a motor-van and we all jolt off here to Dirty Dick's together. Meanwhile the arrangements for shanghaiing you have been completed, and these, unless you throw in the towel, will be carried out at once. I need hardly tell you that a man of your age and luxurious habits cannot reasonably expect to survive the experiences which await you in the South Pacific and elsewhere. But of course you may. We must, at any rate, hope hard for the best. Mustn't we, Bish?"
"Certainly," said Dunkle.
"Fatal girl," groaned the Archdeacon. "What do you require of me?"
"Before we come to that," said Chloë, "let me tell you something that you ought
