CHAYNE COMES TO CONCLUSIONS "Six weeks ago I said good-by to the French Commission on the borders of a great lake in Africa.

A month ago I was still walking to the rail head through the tangle of a forest's undergrowth," said Chayne, and he looked about the little restaurant in King Street, St.James', as though to make sure that the words he spoke were true.

The bright lights, the red benches against the walls, the women in their delicate gowns of lace, and the jingle of harness in the streets without, made their appeal to one who for the best part of a year had lived within the dark walls of a forest.

June had come round again, and Sylvia sat at his side.
"You shall tell me how these months have gone with you while we dine," said he.

"Your letters told me nothing of your troubles." "I did not mean them to," replied Sylvia.
"I guessed that, my dear.