"I KNOW it was that Chartreuse," he thought to himself. "That and
the midnight sun-effects. Nothing else!"

"What!" went on Philip. "No good-looking girls at all about here,
eh?"

Svensen shook his head, still smilingly.

"Not at Bosekop, sir, that I ever heard of."

"I say!" broke in Lorimer, "are there any old tombs or sea-caves, or
places of that sort close by, worth exploring?"

Valdemar Svensen answered this question readily, almost eagerly.

"No, sir! There are no antiquities of any sort; and as for eaves,
there are plenty, but only the natural formations of the sea, and
none of these are curious or beautiful on this side of the Fjord."

Lorimer poked his friend secretly in the ribs.

"You've been dreaming, old fellow!" he whispered slyly. "I knew it
was a crammer!"

Errington shook him off good-humoredly,

"Can you tell me," he said, addressing Valdemar again in distinct
accents, "whether there is any place, person, or thing near here
called THELMA?"