on the Hard.  Rows of paraffin cans were ranged against the engine-room hatchway, and the odour of paraffin was powerfully conflicting with the odour of ozone and possibly ammonia from the marshes.  Parcels kept coming down by hand from the village of Moze.  Fresh water also came in barrels on a lorry, and lumps of ice in a dog-cart.  The arrival of six bottles of aspirin, brought by a heated boy on a bicycle, from Clacton, and seized with gusto by Dr. Cromarty, completed the proof that money will not only buy anything, but will infallibly draw it to any desired spot, however out of the way the spot may be.  The probability was that neither paraffin nor ice nor aspirin had ever found itself on Lousey Hard before in the annals of the world.  Yet now these things forgathered with ease and naturalness owing to the magic of the word “yacht” in telegrams.

And over the scene floated the wavy, inspiring folds of the yacht’s immense blue ensign, with the Union Jack in the top inside corner.

Mr. Price went into the deck-house and began to count money.

“Mr. Price,” demanded Mr. Gilman urgently, “did you look up the facts about this village?”

“I was just looking up the place in ‘East Coast Tours,’ sir, when the paraffin arrived,” replied Mr. Price.  “It says that Moze is mentioned in ‘Green’s Short History of the English People.’”

“Ah!  Very interesting.  That work is a classic.  It really treats of the English people, and not solely of their kings and queens.  Dr. Cromarty, Mr. Price is busy, will you mind bringing me the catalogue of the library up here?”

Dr. Cromarty obeyed, and Mr. Gilman examined the typewritten, calf-bound volume.

“Yes,” said he.  “Yes.  I thought we had Green on board, and we have.  I should like extremely to know what Green says about Moze.  It must have been in the Anglo-Saxon or Norman period.  Dr. Cromarty, will you mind bringing me up the first three volumes of Green?  You will find them on shelf Z8.  Also the last volume, for the index.”

A few moments later Mr. Gilman, with three volumes of Green on his knees and one in his hand, said reproachfully to Mr. Price: 

“Mr. Price, I requested you to see that the leaves of all our books were cut.  These volumes are absolutely uncut.”

“Well, sir, I’m working through them as fast as I can.  But I haven’t got to shelf Z8 yet.”

“I cannot stop to cut them now,” said Mr. Gilman, politely displeased.  “What a pity!  It would have been highly instructive to know what Green says about Moze.  I always like to learn everything I can about the places we stop at.  And this place must be full of historic interest.  Wyatt, have you had that paraffin counted properly?” He spoke very coldly to the captain.

It thus occurred that what John Richard Green said about Moze was never known on board the yacht Ariadne.