“Can’t you guess, sir?” said the man, grinning.
“Colonel Severn!” shouted Singh.
“My father!” gasped Glyn. “Oh, Singhy! And us with faces like this!”
Chapter Thirteen.
Before the “Starchers.”
Singh ran across to the glass on the dressing-table.
“Why, Glyn, we can’t see him. I’m bad enough, but you are far worse. What’s to be done?”
“I dunno,” cried Glyn. “Who in the world would have thought he was coming down here to-day!”