more effectually if he had thrown a bucket of cold water over me. If there is one thing I deplore, it is the diversion of the moneys of the charitable into foreign channels when they are so bitterly needed at home. I could be no party to this diversion. Moreover, I had made up my mind that Sir Reginald was only enough of an enemy of the human race to justify our removing him, if that removal meant £10,000 for my Children's Hospital.
My resolve was taken on the instant. I whispered to Angel, "The job is off!" and went down the steps.
When I came to the belfry door I opened it. There was Chelubai, masked.
"I'm ready for him," he said, gritting his teeth.
"The job's off!" I said curtly.
"Off—off? What for?" cried Chelubai.
"Idiots that we were, we never ascertained if he'd left the £5,000 to my Children's Hospital! He's left it to the Mission to the Patagonians instead."
"Well, what's the matter with the Patagonians? They're all right. There's no flies on the Patagonians," said Chelubai.
"There shall be no missionaries on them, either, if I can help it," I said bitterly. "Come along."
"No, no! I'm going to out him! Why—why
