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He may tell you why this conference is being held and what the result will be. You may be the first to hear of our coming fall. Well, here's to you, anyway! Drop me a line, if you've anything to report." "Cheero!" Hamel answered, as he set down his empty tumbler. "Astonishing how keen I feel about this little adventure.
Howard, spoiling for a cocktail, made for the small square dining-room, and Irene, waving her hand to Tootles, cried out, "Cheero, dearie, you missed a speedy trip, I don't think," and took her into the house to tidy up in the one bathroom. Martin drew up short on the edge of the stoop, listened and looked about, holding his breath.
"It's 'seven-ten' now," he said. "I am going to stand by. Cheero; best of luck!" I left him, and stood by my machine. The minutes dragged on. Still the guns crashed out. The German fire had died down a bit during the last half-hour. I glanced down our trenches. The officers were giving final instructions. Every man was in his place. The first to go over would be the engineers, to wire the crater.
I was looking for a bit of the overwrought soul and the quivering ganglions, if you know what I mean. He seemed pretty ordinary and quite fairly cheerful. "Hallo, Wooster, old thing!" "Cheero!" "I just looked in to say good-bye." "Good-bye?" "Yes. I'm off to Washington in an hour." He sat down on the bed.
"Cheero!" he exclaimed, on being shown into Hunterleys' sitting-room. "All right up to date, I see." Hunterleys nodded. He had just come in from the bank and held his letters in his hand. Richard seated himself on the edge of the table. "I slept out on the yacht last night," he said. "Got up at six o'clock and had a swim. What about a round of golf at La Turbie?
You tell one on 'em that Billy the Tanner's on the rampage, and you'll see 'em 'op it. Cheero, guvnor and don't you get curious about Billy. It ain't 'ealthy." The swing-door was suddenly opened. A touslehaired urchin shoved his face in. "Billy the Tanner's coming!" he shouted. "Cave, all! He's been 'avin' a rare to-do in Smith's Court." Then a curious thing happened.
Meantime Raymond and Sabina, on their way to Miss Ironsyde, were met by Mr. Neddy Motyer. Neddy had not seen his friend for some time and now saluted and stopped. It was nearly dark and they stood under a lamp-post. "Cheero!" said Mr. Motyer. "Haven't cast an eye on you for a month of Sundays, Ironsyde."
I'll have to go now, lad, as it's nearly time for my relief, and I don't want them to see me a-talkin' with you. So long, laddie, cheero." With this, the sentry resumed the pacing of his post. In about ten minutes' time he was relieved, and a "D" Company man took his place.
Great heavens," he said, "who would have believed that a 'movie-man' would be here, the nearest point to Bosche lines on the whole front. You must like your job. Hanged if I envy you. Anyway, hope to see you after the show, if I haven't 'gone West. Cheero," and with that he left me. Packing up my camera, I prepared to return. Time was getting on. It was now 6.30 a.m.
I was not altogether surprised to receive, on the following morning before I had finished breakfast, a visit from Reggie. "Cheero!" he said brightly as he seated himself in my easy-chair and tapped the end of one of my cigarettes upon the tablecloth. "I haven't been up so early for months, but I had to find you before you went out about these Bundercombes." "What about them?"
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