TOO MUCH NOTICE.

I decided to go home by bus. My season-ticket had expired painlessly the

previous day, and twice already that morning I had had to satisfy the

curiosity of the railway officials as to my name and address. Although I

had explained to them that I was on half-salary and promised to renew

business relations with the company as soon as the War was over or Uncle

Peter died--whichever event happened first--they simply would not listen

to me, and hence my decision to adopt some other means of transport. I

signalled to a bus to stop, and, as the driver, seeing my signal, at

once put on his top speed, I just managed to fling myself on to the

spring-board as the vehicle tore past.

I ran up to the first storey, and sat down in the front seat. Then I

took out my cigarette-case and was about to light a cigarette when a

printed notice caught my eye--

PASSENGERS WISHING

TO SMOKE

ARE KINDLY

REQUESTED

TO OCCUPY THE

REAR SEATS.

If the notice had been put a little less politely I should have ignored

it; but I can refuse nothing to those who are kind to me, so I refrained

from lighting up, and contented myself with looking round to see if

there was a rear seat vacant. There wasn't. A cluster of happy, smoking

faces confronted me. I turned round again, and wished I had learnt to

take snuff.

"Cheer-o, Bert!" said a refined voice just behind my ear, and at the

same moment a walking-stick playfully tapped the head of the young

fellow sitting next to me. My neighbour faced about, kicked me on the

shin, dug the point of his umbrella into my calf, knocked off my

_pince-nez_ with his newspaper, and spread himself over the back of the

seat.

"'Allo, Alf!" he said. "Thought it must 've been you. Look 'ere, I want

to see you----"

"Perhaps," I interrupted, "your friend would like to change places with

me. Then you can scrutinise him at your ease--and mine."

"You're a sport," remarked Bert.

He spoke truly. Little did he guess he was addressing a

Double-Blue--bowls and quoits. Alf and I changed places, and my

attention at once became absorbed by a notice headed

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