By the way, where is the motor cyclist--what is his name ?" "Jackson, ma'am," put in Handyside.

"He went back to Eastbourne--thought nothing of it.

I fixed him all right.

He's coming to London next week.
I've hired him for a trip round the island." "In a side-car ?" laughed Evelyn.
"No; I guess we'll run to something more roomy." "Jim, dear," said Mrs.Forbes to her husband, "get Mr.Jackson's address.

Our thanks to him, at least, can take a tangible form.