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within replied: "Oh, bother--what is it?"

"It's John. What about going ashore?"

"Certainly not." The voice was shrill and de-cisive.

"I've had a very bad night. I shall stay in

bed most of the day."

Para nipped in quickly, "Oh, Mrs. Clapperton,

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I'm so sorry. We did so want you to come with us.

Are you sure you're not up to it?"

"I'm quite certain." Mrs. Clapperton's voice

sounded even shriller.

The Colonel was turning the door-handle with-out

result.

"What is it, John? The door's locked. I don't

want to be disturbed by the stewards."

"Sorry, my dear, sorry. Just wanted my

Baedeker."

"Well, you can't have it," snapped Mrs. Clap-perton.

"I'm not going to get out of bed. Do go

away, John, and let me have a little peace."

"Certainly, certainly, my dear." The Colonel

backed away from the door. Pam and Kitty closed

in on him.

"Let's start at once. Thank goodness your hat's

on your head. Oh! gracious--your passport isn't

in the cabin, is it?"

"As a matter of fact it's in my pocket--" began

the Colonel.

Kitty squeezed his arm. "Glory be!" she ex-claimed.