CHAPTER XI

HOW FORSYTH FARED At seven bells on the previous day Paymaster-Lieutenant Forsyth had gone ashore with the express purpose of carrying out the proposed cross-country run with Peter Annesley. He was in plenty of time, so instead of hiring a conveyance he strolled leisurely across the Garden Bridge and along the Bund. "Now that I have a half-filled suit-case," he thought, "I may as well buy a few knick-knacks for my people at home. They'll stow easily--the knick-knacks, not my people, of course. I remember there is…