tramps into my bedroom and messing about with my clothes?"
"That's just what I'm trying to explain, if you'll only listen. This bird is a bird I met in France during the war. He gave me a bit of sausage outside St. Mihiel"
"Damn you and him and the sausage!"
"Absolutely. But listen. He can't remember who he is or where he was born or what his name is, and he's broke; so, dash it, I must look after him. You see, he gave me a bit of sausage."
Mr. Brewster's frenzy gave way to an ominous calm.
"I'll give him two seconds to clear out of here. If he isn't gone by then I'll have him thrown out."
Archie was shocked.
"You don't mean that?"
"I do mean that."
"But where is he to go?"
"Outside."
"But you don't understand. This chappie has lost his memory because he was wounded in the war. Keep that fact firmly fixed in the old bean. He fought for you. Fought and bled for you. Bled profusely, by Jove. And he saved my life!"
"If I'd got nothing else against him, that would be enough."
"But you can't sling a chappie out into the cold hard world who bled in gallons to make the world safe for the Hotel Cosmopolis."
Mr. Brewster looked ostentatiously at his watch.
"Two seconds!" he said.
There was a silence. Archie appeared to be thinking.
"Right-o!" he said at last. "No need to get the wind
