Because her father--ah! bon jour, Madame--excuse me, Monsieur, but I go to pay my respects to Madame la Comtesse! cried the Belgian, as an elderly red-faced lady, with fuzzy sandy hair, wearing a dingy, many-flounced lilac barege gown, came towards them along the gravel path.

And thus it came about that on that October morning I found myself in the deep level tube with the Professor speeding to the North of London in what proved to be one of the most singular experiences of my remarkable life.

The whole city shall flee for the noise of the horsemen and bowmen.

Coordinate term: White Nile