BACK TO THE ARMY AGAIN
The days have slain the days
And the seasons have gone by,
And brought me the Summer again;
And here on the grass I lie
As erst I lay and was glad
Ere I meddled with right and with wrong.
WILLIAM MORRIS: The Half of Life Gone.
Mr. MacBride turned out to be a brisk young man, bowler-hatted, with sharp black eyes that seemed to inventory everything they encountered, and a highly regrettable tie. He rapidly summed up the vicar and Mr. Puffett, dismissed them from his calculations, and made a bee-line for the monocle.
"'Morning," said Mr. MacBride. "Lord Peter Wimsey, I believe. Very sorry to trouble your lordship. Understand you're stopping here. Fact is, I have to see Mr. Noakes on a little matter of business."
"Just so," said Peter, easily. "Any fog in Town
