"What sort of a cruise did you have, Tommy, while you were away?" asked Wyck.
"Ripping. A month in the Mediterranean is great fun, I can tell you, when you are in good company."
"You're a lucky devil, Tommy."
"Yes, I suppose so. But judging from the charming little history you gave the Club last night you've been going it during my absence."
"Yes, I flatter myself I've had some good fun."
"I say, Wyck, I want to know how you do it."
"My secret; eh, Tommy?"
"Exactly. Now out with it. I swear dumb."
"Then I'll tell you, Tommy. Only mind, should you let it out, I'll kill you," said Wyck, fiercely.
"It's a bargain, Wyck," answered Tommy, calmly helping himself to a cigar from Wyck's box, and, lounging back, prepared to listen.
"Last night I mentioned an episode with a Colonel's daughter. Well all that is true. Smarting under the slight, and vowing vengeance, I left Nice and travelled to India, where I had plenty of chums. One night I attended a