washing up plates in the sea. Still they may be tired of
that now, and glad enough to pretend to be German spies with us pursuing
them. It must be just as good sport for them trying to escape as it is
for us trying to catch them. I daresay it's even better, being stalked
unwaveringly by a subtle foe ought to give them a delicious creepy
feeling down the back. Anyhow we'll track them down. We're much better
out of this house tomorrow. It'll be like the tents of Kedar. You and
I might be labouring for peace, but everybody else will be making ready
for battle. Aunt Juliet will be out for blood the moment she catches
sight of the Prime Minister. Good night, Cousin Frank."

CHAPTER XI

Rose, the under housemaid, with the recollection of the scientifically
Christian method of treating her toothache fresh in her mind and
therefore stimulated by a strong desire to annoy Miss Lentaigne, woke at
five a.m. At half past five she called Priscilla and knocked at Frank's
door. Priscilla was fully dressed ten minutes later. Frank appeared in
the yard at five minutes to six. They started as the stable clock struck
six, Priscilla wheeling the bath-chair. Rose yawning widely, watched
them from the scullery window.

Priscilla had failed to seize the cold salmon the night before. Rose,
foraging early in the morning, with the fear of the cook before her
eyes, had secured nothing but half a loaf of bread and a square section
of honey. It was therefore something of a disappointment to find that
Brannigan's shop was not open when they reached the quay. No biscuits or
tinned meats could be bought. Many adventurers would have been daunted
by the prospect of a long day's work with such slender provision. It
is recorded, for instance, of Julius Caesar, surely the most eminent
adventurer of all history, that he hesitated to attempt an expedition
against one of the tribes of Gaul "propter inopiam pecuniae," which may
very well be translated "on account of a shortage of provisions."
But Julius Caesar, at the period of his greatest conquests, was a
middle-aged man. He had lost the first careless rapture of youth. Frank
and Priscilla, because their combined ages only amounted to thirty-two
years, were more daring than Caesar. With a fine faith in the providence
which feeds adventurers, they scorned the wisdom which looks dubiously
at bread and honey. They did not hesitate at all.

The tide was still rising when they embarked. At that hour in