Dame Cricklebat half-roused herself from her gin-sodden sleep."Carruthers," quoth she," Carruthers! What is that gharstly din?" Carruthers moved lumpily in the bottom bunk, and murmured "Oh,Paul" before returning ever more snugly into the arms of Morpheus.Dame Cricklebat harrumphed with a sound not at all unlike a vexed hippopotamus and then, her precious Stradivarius clutched to her ample bosom, drifted back into her dreams of stardom and a 22" waist.