"My friend, Hylton Chater—Mr. Gordon Gregg," he said,
introducing us, and then when, as we shook hands, the clean-shaven
man exclaimed, smiling pleasantly—
"Glad to make your acquaintance, Mr. Gregg. You are not a
stranger by any means to Hornby or myself. Indeed, we've got a
couple of your books on board. But I had no idea you lived out
here."
"At Ardenza," I said. "Three miles along the sea-shore.
To-morrow I hope you'll both come and dine with me."
"Delighted, I'm sure," declared Hornby. "To eat ashore is quite
a treat when one has been boxed up on board for some time. So we'll
accept, won't we, Hylton?"
"Certainly," replied the other; and then we began chatting about
the peril of the previous night, Hornby telling me how he had
copied the two letters of thanks in Italian
