'We are a vital nation,' said Ollyett while we were discussing affairs at a Bat dinner. 'Only an Englishman could have written that letter at this present juncture.'
'It reminded me of a tourist in the Cave of the Winds under Niagara. Just one figure in a mackintosh. But perhaps you saw our photo?' I said proudly.
'Yes,' Bat replied. 'I've been to Niagara, too. And how's Huckley taking it?'
'They don't quite understand, of course,' said Ollyett. 'But it's bringing pots of money into the place. Ever since the motor-bus excursions were started'
'I didn't know they had been,' said Pallant.
'Oh yes. Motor char-à-bancs—uniformed guides and key-bugles included. They're getting a bit fed up with the tune there nowadays,' Ollyett added.
'They play it under his windows, don't they?' Bat asked. 'He can't stop the right of way across his park.'
'He cannot,' Ollyett answered. 'By the way, Woodhouse, I've bought that font for you from the sexton. I paid fifteen pounds for it.'
'What am I supposed to do with it?' asked Woodhouse.
'You give it to the Victoria and Albert Museum. It is fourteenth-century work all right. You can trust me.'
'Is it worth it—now?' said Pallant. 'Not that I'm weakening, but merely as a matter of tactics?'
'But this is true,' said Ollyett. 'Besides, it is
