“Mr. Ellingham’s.”
This created a profound sensation.
“How do you know that?”
“He carried it at the seashore. He wrote in the sand with it.”
“What did he write?”
“Ten o’clock.”
“He wrote ‘ten o’clock’ in the sand, and the waves came and washed it away?”
“Yes.”
“Horace,” said my wife, leaning forward, “why not ask her about that stock of mine? If it is going down, I ought to sell, oughtn’t I?”
Herbert eyed her with some exasperation.