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t have we here？' but not a single bee molested him。 Yet when Nutty； poor darling； went within a dozen yards of the hives he never failed to suffer for it。 In her heart Elizabeth knew perfectly well that this was because Nutty； when in the presence of the bees； lost his head pletely and behaved like an exaggerated version of Lady Wetherby's Dream of Psyche； whereas Bill maintained an easy calm； but at the moment she put the phenomenon down to that inexplicable cussedness which does so much to exasperate the human race； and it fed her annoyance with her unbidden guest。
Without menting on his last remark； she took the smoker from him and set to work。 She inserted in the fire…chamber a handful of the cotton…waste and set fire to it； then with a preliminary puff or two of the bellows to make sure that the conflagration had not gone out； she aimed the nozzle at the front door of the hive。
The results were instantaneous。 One or two bee…policemen； who were doing fixed point…duty near the opening； scuttled hastily back into the hive； and from within came a muffled buzzing as other bees； all talking at once； worried the perplexed officials with foolish questions； a buzzing that became less muffled and more pronounced as Elizabeth lifted the edge of the cover and directed more smoke through the crack。 This done； she removed the cover； set it down on the grass beside her； lifted the super…cover and applied more smoke； and raised her eyes to where Bill stood watching。 His face wore a smile of pleased interest。
Elizabeth's irritation became painful。 She resented his smile。 She hung the smoker on the side of the hive。
'The stool； please； and the screw…driver。'
She seated herself beside the hive and began to loosen the outside section。 Then taking the brood…frame by the projecting ends； she pulled it out and handed it to her panion。 She did it as one who plays an ace of trumps。
'Would you mind holding this； Mr Chalmers？'
This was the point in the ceremony at which the wretched Nutty had broken down absolutely； and not inexcusably； considering the severity of the test。 The surface of the frame was black with what appeared at first sight to be a thick； bubbling fluid of some sort； pouring viscously to and fro as if some hidden fire had been lighted beneath it。 Only after a closer inspection was it apparent to the lay eye that this seeming fluid was in reality posed of mass upon mass of bees。 They shoved and writhed and muttered and jostled； for all the world like a collection of home…seeking City men trying to secure standing room on the Underground at half…past five in the afternoon。
Nutty； making this discovery； had emitted one wild yell； dropped the frame； and started at full speed for the house； his retreat expedited by repeated stings from the nervous bees。 Bill； more prudent； remained absolutely motionless。 He eyed the seething frame with interest； but without apparent panic。
'I want you to help me here； Mr Chalmers。 You have stronger wrists than I have。 I will tell you what to do。 Hold the frame tightly。' 'I've got it。'
'Jerk it down as sharply as you can to within a few inches of the door； and then jerk it up again。 You see； that shakes them off。'
'It would me；' agreed Bill； cordially； 'if I were a bee。'
Elizabeth had the feeling that she had played her ace of trumps and by some miracle lost the trick。 If this grisly operation did not daunt the man； nothing； not even the transferring of honey； would。 She watched him as he raised the frame and jerked it down with a strong swiftness which her less powerful wrists had never been able to achieve。 The bees tumbled off in a dense shower； asking questions to the last； then； sighting the familiar entrance to the hive； they bustled in without waiting to investigate the cause of the earthquake。
Lord Dawlish watched them go with a kindly interest。
'It has always been a mystery to me；' he said； 'why they never seem to think of manhandling the Johnny who does that to them。 They don't seem able to connect cause and effect。 I suppose the only way they can figure it out is that the bottom has suddenly dropped out of everything； and they are so busy lighting out for home that they haven't time to go to the root of things。 But it's a ticklish job； for all that； if you're not used to it。 I know when I first did it I shut my eyes and wondered whether they would bury my remains or cremate them。'
'When you first did it？' Elizabeth was staring at him blankly。 'Have you done it before？'
Her voice shook。 Bill met her gaze frankly。
'Done it before？ Rather！ Thousands of times。 You see； I spent a year on a bee…farm once； learning the business。'
For a moment mortification was the only emotion of which Elizabeth was conscious。 She felt supremely ridiculous。 For this she had schemed and plottedto give a practised expert the opportunity of doing what he had done a thousand times before！
And then her mood changed in a flash。 Nature has decreed that there are certain things in life which shall act as hoops of steel； grappling the souls of the elect together。 Golf is one of these； a mutual love of horseflesh another； but the greatest of all is bees。 Between two beekeepers there can be no strife。 Not even a tepid hostility can mar their perfect munion。
The petty enmities which life raises to be barriers between man and man and between man and woman vanish once it is revealed to them that they are linked by this great bond。 Envy； malice； hatred； and all uncharitableness disappear； and they look into each other's eyes and say 'My brother！'
The effect of Bill's words on Elizabeth was revolutionary。 They crashed through her dislike； scattering it like an explosive shell。 She had resented this golden young man's presence at the farm。 She had thought him in the way。 She had objected to his being aware that she did such prosaic tasks as cooking and washing…up。 But now her whole attitude toward him was changed。 She reflected that he was there。 He could stay there as long as he liked； the longer the better。
'You have really kept bees？'
'Not actually kept them； worse luck！ I couldn't raise the capital。 You see； money was a bit tight'
'I know；' said Elizabeth； sympathetically。 'Money is like that； isn't it？'
'The general impression seemed to be that I should be foolish to try anything so speculative as beekeeping； so it fell through。 Some very decent old boys got me another job。'
'What job？'
'Secretary to a club。'
'In London； of course？'
'Yes。'
'And all the time you wanted to be in the country keeping bees！'
Elizabeth could hardly control her voice； her pity was so great。
'I should have liked it；' said Bill； wistfully。 'London's all right； but I love the country。 My ambition would be to have a whacking big farm； a sort of ranch； miles away from anywhere'
He broke off。 This was not the first time he had caught himself forgetting how his circumstances had changed in the past few weeks。 It was ridiculous to be telling hard…luck stories about not being able to buy a farm； when he had the wherewithal to buy dozens of farms。 It took a lot of getting used to； this business of being a millionaire。
'That's my ambition too；' said Elizabeth； eage