Professor Menu 211

tion! Tell him the law. You'll have to
obey the law, you know—none escape!”

“ None escape!” cried a host of Combina-
tions suddenly appearing from the cages and
hothouses. Then the sheep began to recite
a strange code, the others joining in :—

“Not, to be under—or overdone; Zhaf is the law.

Are we not Combys?

“ Not.to be tough or stringy ; zat is the law.
> Are we not Combys?

“Not to go to table without a dish; /#a¢ is the law.

Are we not Combys?

“Evil are the punishments of those who
break the law. Back to the kitchen they
shall go to be réchauffés !”

At that moment Menu and Merioneth ap-
peared. ‘ Hullo!” said Menu, “I thought we
should find you here, though I suspect you
haven't paid for admission. As you ave here,
let me take you round and show you the ex-
hibits. All my own invention—all done by
kindness, and in the interests of cookery. I
found that cooks do not really understand
cooking, and I took this island in order to
improve the art. They would not have