oo weary for clear thinking and as the result of
long, confused and very vexing cogitation, he resolved upon a letter to
Commander Howard Vincent, R. N. R. This, after much labour, he succeeded
in accomplishing. Thereafter, much too weary for food, he proceeded to
his room, where he gave himself up to the unimaginable luxury of a bath
in a clean tub, and with an unstinted supply of clean towels, after
which riotous indulgence, he betook himself to bed. As he lay stretched
between the smooth clean sheets, he found it impossible to recall a
state of existence when clean sheets had been a nightly experience. The
chief regret of these semi-unconscious moments preceding slumber was
that sleep would rob him of this delicious sense of physical cleanness
and well-being.

He was wakened by a knock at his door, followed by a hesitating apology
for intrusion. Rejoicing in the luxury of his surroundings, and in the
altogether satisfying discovery that he might sleep again, he turned
over and once more was lost in profound slumber. A second time he was
aroused by a mild but somewhat anxious inquiry as to his welfare.

"I want nothing, only a little more sleep," and again luxuriating for
a few moments in his clean sheets and his peaceful environment, he
resigned himself to sleep, to waken with a comfortable sense of pleasant
weariness, which gradually passed into a somewhat acute sense of hunger.

He decided, after due consideration, that he would plumb the depths of
bliss, unmeasured and unknown, and have breakfast in bed. He went to the
window and looked out upon the murky light of a London day. He decided
that it was still early morning, and rang for the waiter. He was
informed by that functionary that breakfast was impossible, but that if
he desired he could be supplied with an early dinner.

"Dinner!" exclaimed Barry.

He looked at his watch, but found that he had neglected to wind it, and
that consequently it had stopped.

"What time do you make it, waiter?"

"Half after six, sir."

He decided that he would rise for dinner, 'phoned for a paper and his
mail, and lay back between the sheets once more, striving to recapture
that rapturous sense of welfare that had enwrapped him the night before.
Luxuriating in this delightsome exercise, he glanced lazily at the
heading of his paper, and then cried, as the paper boy was leaving the
room,

"Hello! here, boy! what day is this?"

"Friday, sir," said the boy, gazing at him