Norman was fast asleep when his valet called him.
He hardly stirred as the man pulled back the curtains and then carried in a tray of early morning tea, which he placed by the side of the bed.
Then he picked up the telephone and placed it near his Master.
“You are wanted on the telephone, Sir Norman,” he said.
Norman half-opened his eyes and yawned.
“What is it?” he asked in a sleepy voice.
“The telephone, Sir Norman,” the man repeated.
Norman was instantly awake. The thought of the Works sprang to his mind and he sat up in bed holding the receiver to his ear.
“Hello, who is it?”
It was Skye’s voice that answered him.
“Darling,” she began, “I could not wait, if you were asleep you will have to forgive me. What do you think has happened?”
“I cannot guess,” Norman said, “but judgi
