Sir Henry regarded him with admiration.
"Excellent!" he exclaimed. "Look at that, Philippa. Might have
been made for him, eh?"
Lessingham looked at himself in the glass and removed the hat from
his head with, some casual observation. He was entirely at his ease.
His host turned towards the door, which Mills was holding open.
"Captain Griffiths, sir," the latter announced.
Sir Henry greeted his visitor briefly.
"How are you, Griffiths?" he said. "Glad to see you. Excuse my
costume, but I am just back from a fishing expedition. We are all
admiring Mr. Lessingham in his magic hat."
Captain Griffiths shook hands with Philippa, nodded to the others,
and turned towards Lessingham.
"Put it on again, there's a good fellow, Lessingham," Sir Henry
begged. "You see, we have found a modern version of Cinderella's
slipper. The hat which fell from the Zeppelin on to Dutchman's
Common fits our friend like a glove. I never thought the Germans
made such good hats, did you, Griffiths?"
"I always thought they imported their felt hats," Captain Griffiths
acknowledged. "Is that really the one with the German name inside,
which Miss Nora brought home?"
"This is the genuine article," Lessingham assented, taking it from
his head and passing it on to the newcomer. "Notwithstanding the
name inside, I should still believe that it was an English hat.
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