Chapter XII Twenty-one

* * * * * Denny Cradock and Leo Bagby crossed the lawn from the river, towelling their heads vigorously. It was half-past eight on a June morning; and despite the fact that under the provisions of that gratuitous piece of officiousness, the Summer Time Act, it was really only half-past seven, the temperature was almost that of high noon. Our friends, considerably increased in stature since we last saw them, were attired in pyjamas. Denny sported an ordinary red and white stripe; but Mast…