tomators for the London Market. This Island alone exports annually--

[_Here the car rounds a corner rather sharply, and he sits
down again._

_The Mild Man (with a Mild Man's thirst for information_). What are
those buildings over there with the chimney?

[_Here he is conscious of being furtively prodded in the
back--but decides to take no notice._

_Driver_ (_rising as before_). Those buildings, Ladies and Gentlemen,
are Chemical works for extracting iodine from seaweed. The seaweed,
after being dried, is then boiled, and from the ash--

[_Here the Mild Man, who has been listening with much
interest, is startled by receiving a folded piece of paper,
which it passed up to him from behind._

_The M.M._ (_to himself, as he reads the message_). "Keep the Driver
quiet. He is drunk." Good Gracious! I never noticed--and yet--dear me,
I hope they don't expect _me_ to interfere!

_The Timid Lady_ (_to the Driver_). For goodness sake never mind about
iodine now--sit down and attend to your driving, like a good man!

_Driver_. You will thoroughly understand, my horses require _no_
attention. (_Sleepily._) No attention whatever. I assure you I am
perfectly competent to drive this car and give you information
going along at the same time. (_The car takes another corner rather