"Not recently," said Virgil. "You see, in South America there was
no necessity--but when we get settled--"

"You are a lucky fellow," whispered Bleak. "All the enjoyment
without any of the formalities!" And he added aloud, grasping
their hands, "Next time, come in the evening. A man in my line of
work is hardly at his best before nightfall."

As they walked back to the plane, Mr. and Mrs. Quimbleton saw the
excursionists, a thousand or so, hastening through the park on
foot and in huge sight-seeing cars where men with megaphones were
roaring comments. One group of pedestrians bore a large banner
lettered EGG NOG MEMORIAL ASSOCIATION OF CAMDEN, N. J.

"Poor Mr. Bleak!" said Theodolinda. "On top of all that Scotch!"

When they took the air again they circled over the temple at a
safe height. They could see the crowd gathered densely round the
little white columns. Virgil shut off the motor for a moment, and
even at that distance they could hear the sound of cheers.





CHAPTER XI

IT'S A LONG WORM THAT HAS NO TURNING