r that Hindenburg says the German
Army intends to march through London the moment it can brush away the
obstacles in front of it. Have you considered what will happen to the
traffic, because you know Germans on principle march on the wrong side
of the street--indeed everybody in the world does, except the
conscientious British. Think of the knotted convulsions of traffic at
the Bank, with a hundred thousand Boches goose-stepping on the wrong
side of the road--think of poor thin Fleet Street, and the dam that
would occur in Piccadilly Circus. What do you policemen intend to do
about it?"

"I don't know I'm sure, miss," said the newcomer coldly. "It's a long
time since I was on point duty. I'm a plain clothes man, meddem," he
added to Miss Ford. "I'm afraid I'm intruding on your tea-party, owing
to your maid misunderstanding my business. But being 'ere, I 'ope you'll
excuse me stating what I've come for."

"Oh certainly, certainly," said Miss Ford, who was staring vaguely into
the fireplace. A rather fascinating thread of lilac smoke was spinning
itself out of the ashes of the little white paper packet.

"The names of the Mayor of the Brown Borough, Miss Meter Mostyn Ford,
and Lady A. 'Iggins--all of 'oom I understand from the maid are
present--'ave been mentioned as being presoomably willing to give
information likely to be 'elpful in the search for a suspicious
cherecter 'oo is believed to 'ave intruded on a cheritable meeting, at
which you were present last Seturday, in order to escape arrest, 'aving
just perpetrated a petty theft from a baker, 'Ermann Schwab. The
cherecter is charged now with a more important offence, being in
possession of an armed flying machine, in defiance of the Defence of the
Realm Act, and interfering with the work of 'Is Majesty's Forces during
enemy attack. The cherecter is believed to be a man in female disguise,
but enquiry up to date 'as failed to get any useful description. You
ladies and gents, I understand, should be able to 'elp the Law in this
metter."

There was a stunned silence in the room, broken only by the pastoral
sound of the witch eating grassy sandwiches. After a moment Miss Ford,
the Mayor, and Lady Arabel all began speaking at once, and each stopped
with a look of relief on hearing that some one else was ready to take
the responsibility of speaking.

Then the witch began with her mouth full: "You know----," but Lady
Arabel interrupted her.

"Angela dear, be silent.