I am convinced that he will lend me his yacht, which is lying in the harbour here.

We are going to try and exchange.

If we succeed, I shall have the run of the boat.

The crew will be at our command, and I shall get to that conference myself, somehow or other." Mr.Simpson felt himself left behind.

He could only stare at his companion.
"Tell me, Sir Henry," he begged, almost pathetically, "have I walked into an artificial world?
Do you mean to tell me seriously that you, a Member of Parliament, an ex-Minister, are engaged upon a scheme to get the Grand Duke Augustus and Douaille and Selingman on board a yacht, and that you are going to be there, concealed, turned into a spy?
I can't keep up with it.