She married the late Colonel Knight some months ago, immediately before he was sent to East Africa.

Under the provisions of her will the cremated remains of Mrs.Knight will be interred in the chancel of the Abbey Church at Monk's Acre." Godfrey read this awful paragraph twice and looked at the date of the paper.

It was nearly two months old.
"So she was dead when she came to me.

Oh! now I understand," he muttered to himself, and then, had not a passing native servant caught him, he would have fallen to the ground.

It was one of the ten thousand minor tragedies of the world war, that is all.
Three months later, still very crippled and coughing badly, because of the injury to his lung, he reported himself in London, and once more saw the Under-Secretary who had sent him out to East Africa.