CHAPTER III

OF LONDON AND OTHER MATTERS Jim and Wally dropped lightly from the footboard of a swift motor-’bus, dodged through the traffic, and swung quickly down a quiet side-street. They stopped before a stone house, where, from a window above, Norah watched their eager faces as Jim fitted his latchkey and opened the door. She turned back into the room with a little sigh. “There they are. Dad. And they’re passed fit—I know.” David Linton looked up from the elbow-splint he was making. “Well, it had to come, mate,” he said. “Y…