puffing about he said he liked the smell of the sulphur and chemicals and stuff from the paper mills, didn’t you, kid?”

Shame-facedly, “Yeh,” said Giddy.

Betrayed thus by husband and adored son, the Leyden did battle. “You can both stay here, then,” she retorted with more spleen than elegance, “and sniff sulphur until you’re black in the face. I’m going to London in May.”

They, too, went to London in May, of course, as she had known they would. She had not known, though, that in leading her husband to England in May she was leading him to his death as well.

“All Winnebago will be shocked and grieved to learn,” said the Winnebago Courier to the extent of two columns and a cut,