THE sun came into my room early next morning and woke me up. It was
followed immediately by a large blue-bottle which settled down to
play with me. We adopted the usual formation, the blue-bottle
keeping mostly to the back of the court whilst I waited at the net
for a kill. After two sets I decided to change my tactics. I looked
up at the ceiling and pretended I wasn't playing. The blue-bottle
settled on my nose and walked up my forehead. "Heavens!" I cried,
clasping my hand suddenly to my brow, "I've forgotten my
toothbrush!" This took it completely by surprise, and I removed its
corpse into the candlestick.
Then Simpson came in with a golf club in his hand.
"Great Scott," he shouted, "you're not still in bed?"
"I am not. This is telepathic suggestion. You think I'm in bed; I
appear to be in bed; in reality there is no bed here. Do go away--I
haven't had a wink of sleep yet."
"But, man, look at the lovely morning!"
"Simpson," I said sternly, rolling up the sleeves of my pyjamas with
great deliberation, "I have had one visitor already to-day. His
corpse is now in the candlestick. It is an omen, Simpson."
"I thought you'd like to come outside with me, and I'd show you my
swing."
"Yes, yes, I shall like to see that, but AFTER breakfast, Simpson. I
suppose one of the gardeners put it up for you? You must show me
your box of soldiers and your tricycle horse, too. But run away now,
there's a good boy."
"My golf-swing, idiot."
I sat up in bed and stared at him in sheer amazement. For a long
time words wouldn't come to me. Simpson backed nervously to the
door.
"I saw the Coronation," I said at last, and I dropped back on my
pillow and went to sleep.
. . . . . .
"I feel very important," said Archie, coming on to the lawn where
Myra and I were playing a quiet game of bowls with the croquet
balls. "I've been paying the wages."
"Archie and I do hate it so," said Dahlia. "I'm luckier, because I
only pay mine once a month."
"It would be much nicer if they did it for love," said Archie, "and
just accepted a tie-pin occasionally. I never know what to say when
I hand a man eighteen-and-six."
"Here's eighteen-and-six," I suggested, "and don't bite the
half-sovereign, because it may be bad."
"You should shake his hand," said Myra, "and say, 'Thank you very
much for the azaleas.'"
"Or you might wrap the money up in paper and leave it for him in one
of the beds."
"And then you'd know whether he had made it properly."
"Well, you're all very helpful," said Archie. "Thank you extremely.
Where are the others? It's a pity that they should be left out of
this."
"Simpson disappeared after breakfast with his golf-clubs. He is in
high dudgeon--which is the surname of a small fish--because no one
wanted to see his swing."
"Oh, but I do," said Dahlia eagerly. "Where is he?"
"We will track him down," announced Archie. "I will go to the
stables, unchain the truffle-hounds, and show them one of his
reversible cuffs."
We found Simpson in the pig-sty. The third hole, as he was planning
it out for Archie, necessitated the carrying of the farm buildings,
which he described as a natural hazard. Unfortunately, his ball had
fallen into a casual pig-sty. It had not yet been decided whether
the ball could be picked out without penalty--the more immediate
need being to find the blessed thing. So Simpson was in the pig-sty,
searching.
"If you're looking for the old sow," I said, "there she is, just
behind you."
"What's the local rule about loose pigs blown on to the course?"
asked Archie.
"Oh, you fellows, there you are," said Simpson rapidly. "I'm getting
on first-rate. This is the third hole, Archie. It will be rather
good, I think; the green is just the other side of the pond. I can
make a very sporting little course."
"We've come to see your swing, Samuel," said Myra. "Can you do it in
there, or is it too crowded?"
"I'll come out. This ball's lost, I'm afraid."
"One of the little pigs will eat it," complained Archie, "and we
shall have indiarubber crackling."
Simpson came out and proceeded to give his display. Fortunately the
weather kept fine, the conditions indeed being all that could be
desired. The sun shone brightly, and there was a slight breeze from
the south which tempered the heat and in no way militated against
the general enjoyment. The performance was divided into two parts.
The first part consisted of Mr Simpson's swing WITHOUT the ball, the
second part being devoted to Mr Simpson's swing WITH the ball.
"This is my swing," said Simpson.
He settled himself ostentatiously into his stance and placed his
club-head stiffly on the ground three feet away from him.
"Middle," said Archie.
Simpson frowned and began to waggle his club. He waggled it
carefully a dozen times.
"It's a very nice swing," said Myra at the end of the ninth
movement, "but isn't it rather short?"
Simpson said nothing, but drew his club slowly and jerkily back,
twisting his body and keeping his eye fixed on an imaginary ball
until the back of his neck hid it from sight.
"You can see it better round this side now," suggested Archie.
"He'll split if he goes on," said Thomas anxiously.
"Watch this," I warned Myra. "He's going to pick a pin out of the
back of his calf with his teeth."
Then Simpson let himself go, finishing up in a very creditable knot
indeed.
"That's quite good," said Dahlia. "Does it do as well when there's a
ball?"
"Well, I miss it sometimes, of course."
"We all do that," said Thomas.
Thus encouraged, Simpson put down a ball and began to address it. It
was apparent at once that the last address had been only his
telegraphic one; this was the genuine affair. After what seemed to
be four or five minutes there was a general feeling that some
apology was necessary. Simpson recognized this himself.
"I'm a little nervous," he said.
"Not so nervous as the pigs are," said Archie.
Simpson finished his address and got on to his swing. He swung. He
hit the ball. The ball, which seemed to have too much left-hand side
on it, whizzed off and disappeared into the pond. It sank....
Luckily the weather had held up till the last.
"Well, well," said Archie, "it's time for lunch. We have had a
riotous morning. Let's all take it easy this afternoon."