"She's a DEUCED fine woman!" burst out again the tender solicitor."I WILL go. Springer, tell the fiddlers to strike up."

Springer scuttled across the room, and gave the leader of the band aknowing nod. Suddenly, "God save the King" ceased, and "Sir Rogerde Coverley" began. The rival forces eyed each other; Mr. Scully,accompanied by his friend, came forward, looking somewhat yellow, andfumbling two large kid gloves.