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government’s policy in recent years has had the avowed aim of clothing the coloured peasantry in Western style, the really progressive opinion in his country is turning more and more (with emancipation) to the way of naturism.
    Mr Mahommed was delighted to hear that I had a son at the Foreign Office and expressed the hope that he would be able to meet you during the Conference.
    I make no claim to understand international affairs, but I do understand putting our own house in order. Until the misguided majority gives up pursuing the chimeras of welfare and subsidy, and returns to an appreciation of Natural values, human dignity is at a discount, and I shall keep mine here.
    The weather prophets, on the whole, forecast a fine Autumn. Let’s hope they’re right.
                                                   Your affectionate,
                                                                             Father
    The much-publicised Coloured Conference had originally been a scheme to bring to London as many eminent black, brown and yellow men as possible, in order to feel the way towards some method of increasing waning British influence in the world, and promoting trading arrangements which did not involve lending any money.
    At first it had been going to include representatives from the British Colonies, who, it was hoped, would be able to convince the coloured foreigners what a good thing it was to trade with the Old Country. The affair was then to have been run jointly by the Foreign and Colonial Offices. There had been, however, some reluctance by certain states to come on this inferior footing, and friction had arisen between the two departments.
    Eventually, the idea of including the Colonials wasdropped and only the non-British coloured men invited. A large number of these were coming, mostly for the ride, and visits for them had been arranged, after the early meetings of the Conference, to academic and industrial centres. Several large firms were giving hospitality, and the Universities of Oxford and Cambridge had been prevailed upon to give, more economically, a number of honorary doctorates. The whole business, vigorously opposed by the Daily Rapid, seemed likely to last well into the autumn.
    Plantagenet House, a nobleman’s former town residence sold very profitably to the nation, and now the scene for international consultations in an ostentatious mood, was all a-bustle with preparations for the conference, and presently, with the airborne arrivals of delegations filling the television newsreels, the conference began.
    Wallace, in his confidential messenger-boy role, almost forgot his yearning for Bangkok in the unaccustomed glamour of the proceedings, but on the evening of the ninth day, when the expensive conference was nearly reaching agreement on what was to be discussed, a motor car knocked him down in Park Lane, and he was taken concussed to Charing Cross Hospital and treated for a fracture of the right leg.
    At four o’clock the next morning the telephone rang in the hall at Eaton Square. After some time Stanley became aware of it and went down. One or two of Aunt Dolly’s dogs, roused by the noise of Stanley’s walking into a door on the way down, accompanied him.
    He groaned into the telephone.
    “Ullurgh?”
    “That you, Stanley? Julian.”
    It was Brimpton’s secretary.
    “Oh, is it? You know the time? I’ve just walked into a door because of you.”
    “Bad luck. However, Wallace has broken his leg. I’ve just had a message you’re to stand in for him today. Thought I’d give you as much notice as possible.”
    “Very thoughtful of you. You couldn’t have waited a few hours, I suppose?”
    “Sorry, Wallace has just woken up too. That’s how the hospital knew who he was. Anyway, I had to check up you were available.”
    “Well, thanks very much. Now I’ll go and lie down again