"We are always going to have more wars," replied my companion testily—"and then more! (The final war will be between men and women. Even that won't really settle anything, because there will be too much rendering aid and comfort to the enemy going on.) By the way, how is Roy?"
I reported favourably upon my nephew's health and service record.
"I suppose you know," I remarked, "that Tom Birnie appointed yourself and myself Roy's trustees and executors?"
"Yes. Tom wrote me a letter to that effect before he enlisted."
"He did enlist, then?"
"I believe so."
I did not press for details. Lord Eskerley has means at his disposal of discovering most of the secrets of this world—which is not to say that he is accustomed to pass these on to third parties.
"Have you seen Roy," I continued, "or heard from him of late?"
"I have not seen him, and he has not favoured me with a single line since he went out for the first time. By the way, I observe she received a decoration the other day—for conspicuous bravery during an air-raid."
"Who?"