ILLUSTRATIONS

"A man with a ghastly scarlet head follows, shouting that he must go back and build up his Ray"[Frontispiece]

FOLLOWING PAGE

"Slides like a lost soul down that pitiless ladder of light, and the Atlantic takes her"[31]
The Storm[39]
"I've asked him to tea on Friday"[58]

WITH THE NIGHT MAIL

A STORY OF 2000 A.D.