Somehow or other, Philippa
found herself sharing her brother's embrace. Then the fire of
questions and answers was presently interrupted by Mills,
triumphantly bearing in a fresh dish of curry.
"What will the Major take to drink, your ladyship?" he asked.
Felstead laughed a little chokingly.
"Upon my word, there's something wonderfully sound about Mills!"
he said. "It's a ghoulish thing to ask for in the middle of the
day, isn't it, Philippa, but can I have some champagne?"
"You can have the whole cellarful," Philippa assured him joyously.
"Be sure you bring the best, Mills."
"The Perrier Jonet 1904, your ladyship," was the murmured reply.
Mills' disappearance was very brief, and in a very few moments they
found themselves seated once more at the table. They sat one on
either side of him, watching his glass and his plate. By degrees
their questions and his answers became more intelligible.
"When did you get here?" they wanted to know.
"I arrived in Harwich about daylight this morning," he told them;
"came across from Holland. I hired a car and drove straight here."
"When did you know you were coming home?" Helen asked.
"Only two days ago," he replied. "I never was so surprised in my
life. Even now I can't realise my good luck. I can't see what I've
done. The last two months, in fact, seem to me to have been a dream.
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