With curiosity which had in it a touch of amusement, Will was waiting to hear from Norbert Franks.

He waited for nearly a month, and was beginning to feel rather hurt at his friend's neglect, perhaps a little uneasy on another score, when there arrived an Italian postcard, stamped Venice.

"We have been tempted as far as this," ran the hurried scrawl.

"Must be home in ten days.

Shall be delighted to see you again." Warburton puckered his brows and wondered whether a previous letter or card had failed to reach him.