Excerpt: ...her good and cheers her. She often speaks of you." Nosey returned to Portsmouth and his ship. His mess-the mess-deck itself-was agog with rumours. Had he heard the "buzz"? Nosey had not. "I bin to London to see a fren'," he explained. Then they told him. The battle-cruiser to which he belonged had been ordered to join the Mediterranean Fleet. That was Monday; they were to sail for Malta on Thursday. And Janie was dying in the Middlesex Hospital. The next visiting day found him at Janie's bedside. But, instead of ...