Captain Aylnier had said he would
like to have Toye see his club any
time he was passing and cared to look
in for lunch. He had said so at
though he would like it a great deal
and suddenly Toye had a mind to take
him at his word right now. The idea
began with those boots with cloth tops,
but that was not ail there was to It;
there was something else that bad
been at the back of Toye's mind all
morning, and now took charge in
front
Aylmer had talked some about a Job
In the war office that enabled him to
lunch daily at the Rag; but what his
job had been aboard a German steam
er Toye did not know and was not the
maj to inquire. It was no business of
his. anyway. Reference to a card,
traded for his own in Southampton
Water, and duly filed in his cigarette-
case, reminded him of the Rag's prop
er style and title. And there he was
eventually entertained to a sound,
workmanlike, rather expeditious meal.
Say, did you see the cemetery at
Genoa?" suddenly Inquired the vis
itor on their way back through the
hall. A martial bust had been ad
mired extravagantly before the quec
tion. "Never want to see it again, or Ge
noa either." said Captain Aylmer.
"The Bmoking-room's this way."
"Did you say you were there two
days?" Toye was cutting his cigar as
though It were a corn.
