The next thing I remember was that the car had passed, the traffic man
was gazing reproachfully at us, the Ford had expired and our chauffeur
had stopped his engine. I don't know what Sadie did all this time, but
since, from her position, she must have seen the whole thing in better
perspective, I don't wonder the girl looked white.

Returning to consciousness I heard Vee utter a tremendous sigh of
intense satisfaction.

"I _sniped_ him," she said, and cuddled the No. 2 Brownie
affectionately.

"Did you turn it round after the last one?" I asked suddenly.

"No, didn't you?"

And of course we hadn't. And there, in the undeveloped spool lies
HIS MAJESTY superimposed on the back of the Bosch piglet we had
photographed outside Ypres. Isn't that just the hardest of luck?

I'm going to ask if I can develop the film without running the risk of
losing my commission. After all it's not so very inappropriate, is it?

L.

* * * * *

"Extensive floods are reported in the Home Counties. Mr. Noah ----
had a narrow escape from drowning at ---- on Saturday."--_Scotch
Paper_.