in writing to use it. He goes there at once and abstracts that copy of 'Edgar and Lilian,' burns it and comes back here to say so. Then we take you out of this, pay Dirty Dick his charges for our accommodation and hop it west in the first taxi we strike. You ring up the P.M. and tell him you're on for Pontefract. He says 'Right ho!' and makes out your certificate. In due course you're sworn in and mother's made happy. As for those two novels, well—you'll soon come to believe that you only dreamt you wrote them. I'm sure you will. Won't he, Bisham?"
"Of course," said Dunkle.
"All you've got to do," Chloë went on, "is to say to yourself a hundred times, every morning while you shave, 'I only dreamt that I wrote those two novels,' and as sure as eggs you'll believe it in a couple of weeks. Then at night, when you're doing
