a bit of paper left! The whole show packed up and gone, and Huckley hoo-raying for the earth being flat.'
'Very good,' I began. 'I am, as you know, a one-third proprietor of The Bun.'
'I didn't forget that,' Ollyett interrupted. 'That was uppermost in my mind all the time. I've got a special account for The Bun to-day—it's an idyll—and just to show how I thought of you, I told 'Dal, coming home, about your Gubby Dance, and she told Winnie. Winnie came back in our char-à-banc. After a bit we had to get out and dance it in a field. It's quite a dance the way we did it—and Lafone invented a sort of gorilla lockstep procession at the end. Bat had sent down a film-chap on the chance of getting something. He was the son of a clergyman—a most dynamic personality. He said there isn't anything for the cinema in meetings qua meetings—they lack action. Films are a branch of art by themselves. But he went wild over the Gubby. He said it was like Peter's vision at Joppa. He took about a million feet of it. Then I photoed it exclusive for The Bun. I've sent 'em in already, only remember we must eliminate Winnie's left leg in the first figure. It's too arresting. . . . And there you are! But I tell you I'm afraid of Bat. That man's the Personal Devil. He did it all. He didn't even come down himself. He said he'd distract his people.'
'Why didn't he ask me to come?' I persisted.
'Because he said you'd distract me. He said
