Bill Wallace had sailed from San Francisco on August 14 and arrived in Hong Kong on September 3. Dr. Beddoe had received definite word that Bill flew to Shiukwan on September 16. From there he should have been able to make Luichow easily and Luichow was only three days away from Wuchow.

The English band Crass sounded like a bag of rocks: scrabbly drum rolls, clanky guitars, no bass end, the words a jabbery Cockney caterwaul through endless stanzas of common meter.

Or say with Princes if it shall go well, / By oft predict that I in heaven find.

… Grace,” said Grace peevishly. “I do not like it. I never have liked it. It sounds like misgrace. Disgrace.”