Part 50 (2/2)

”Where we were ourselves, my dear Hylton, I a.s.sure you,” said Lackaday.

”I shed light as soon as I could,” said Auriol. ”We b.u.mped into each other last Monday evening in Bond Street and found it was us.”

”I told her I was going to the Solomon Islands.”

”And I thought I wanted to go there too.”

”From which I gather,” said I, ”that you are going to get married.”

Lady Auriol smiled and shook her head.

”Oh dear no.”

I was really angry. ”Then what on earth made you drag me all the way from the North of Scotland?”

”To congratulate us, my dear friend,” said Lackaday. ”We were married this morning.”

”I think you're a pair of fools,” said I later, not yet quite mollified.

”Why--for getting married?” asked Auriol.

”No,” said I. ”For putting it off to a fortuitous b.u.mp in Bond Street.”

The End

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