ar afield, and there was quite a lot of them under the sofa.) "This is the Allied front"--Sinclair had brought him several walking-sticks by this time. "Now suppose we were to swing round like this--I say, do move your chair. Like this. Confound it, I didn't notice that little table was in the way. Why do people put silly little vases of flowers on tables? Mop it up, will you? Of course FRENCH is here. You must keep your eye on FRENCH. But----"
"What about these lines of communication?"
Henry paused. "Well, there's always the Belgians. I'm afraid we'll have to move the piano. Just give it a heave at the other end, will you? That'll do. Those pianola records are just the thing. No, not so near together. So. Now you see how it works. The whole thing from here to here moves sideways."
"Stop a bit," says Sinclair. "You're moving Paris sideways. Whatever they may do to it when it falls--if it ever does--I don't think they'll move it sideways."
Now that the Reverend Henry is no longer pe