Theodolinda noticed a small white signboard affixed to a tree-
trunk in the grove. They ran to it, and saw in neat lettering:

TO THE PERPETUAL SOUSE, ONE MILE

"Bless me!" cried Quimbleton. "What a stroke of luck! You know old
Bleak wrote us when we were in Rio that he had been installed in
his temple, but he didn't say where it was. Let's toddle up and
have a look at him. That's why the bus acted so queerly. No
wonder: we were probably flying in alcohol vapor."

They walked through the grove and emerged upon a lawn that sloped
gently upward. At the brow stood a beautiful little temple of
Greek architecture. As they approached they read, carved into the
marble architrave:

AEDES TEMULENTI PERPETUI
E PLURIBUS UNUM

The little porch, under the marble columns, was cool and shady. A
signboard said: Visiting Hours, Noon to Midnight. Quimbleton
looked at his watch. "It's not noon yet," he said, "but as we're
old friends I dare say he'll be willing to see us."

Pushing through a slatted swinging door of beautifully carved
bronze, they found themselves in a charmingly furnished reference
library. There were lounges and deep leather chairs, and ash trays
for smokers. Quimbleton, who was something of a bookworm, ran his
eye along the shelves. "A very neat idea," he said. "They have
collected a little library of all the standard works on drink.