THE BROTHER OF DAPHNE 

 by 

 Dornford Yates 

 

 

 

 CHAPTER I 

 PUNCH AND JUDY 

 "I said you'd do something," said Daphne, leaning back easily in her long chair. 

 I stopped swinging my legs and looked at her. 

 "Did you, indeed," I said coldly. 

 My sister nodded dreamily. 

 "Then you lied, darling. In your white throat," I said pleasantly. 

 "By the way, d'you know if the petrol's come?" 

 "I don't even care," said Daphne.  "But I didn't lie, old chap. My word is—" 

 "Your bond? Quite so. But not mine. The appointment I have in Town that day—" 

 "Which day?" said Daphne, with a faint smile. 

 "The fete day." 

 "Ah!" 

 It was a bazaar fete thing. Daphne and several others—euphemistically styled workers—had conspired and agreed together to obtain money by false pretences for and on behalf of a certain mission, to wit the Banana. I prefer to put it that way. There is a certain smack about the wording of an indictment. Almost a relish. The fact that two years 

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