He was a severe old man to look at and one who was never known to smile. He was thin and shrunken and his grey, drooping moustache emphasised the general air of gloom that hung about him.
“Haven’t seen you in chapel of late,” he observed, as he poured a little hot water into the tea-pot and swiggled it round. “I suppose you can get along without the Lord these days?”
Luggy ignored this. “Cousin Bob,” he said, “something amazing’s happened to me, and that’s what I want your advice about. Yes, what’d you do if you’d been out on the Marsh this morning and had seen a blooming great spaceship come down?”
Bob Hancock gazed at him coldly, and sniffed. “First thing, I’d promise myself to keep out of the Dolphin at nights,” he said, “and second thing, what were you doing out on the Marsh that ea
