every night with the naked sword between them."
"That's a good book, Wemedge."
"It's a swell book. What I couldn't ever understand was what good the sword would do. It would have to stay edge up all the time because if it went over flat you could roll right over it and it wouldn't make any trouble."
"It's a symbol," Bill said.
"Sure," said Nick, "but it isn't practical."
"Did you ever read 'Fortitude?'"
"It's fine," Nick said. "That's a real book. That's where his old man is after him all the time. Have you got any more by Walpole?"
"'The Dark Forest,'" Bill said. "It's about Russia."
"What does he know about Russia?" Nick asked.
"I don't know. You can't ever tell about those guys. Maybe he was there when he was a boy. He's got a lot of dope on it."
"I'd like to meet him," Nick said.
"I'd like to meet Chesterton," Bill said.
"I wish he was here now," Nick said. "We'd take him fishing to the 'Voix tomorrow."
"I wonder if he'd like to go fishing," Bill said.
"Sure," said Nick. "He must be about the
