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grasp, was stern.

       "Your name, please, and address, miss?" he said.

       A girl in blue with a big hat had come up, and was standing[78] staring open-mouthed at the group. At the sight of her Bill the parrot uttered a shriek of welcome. Nelly Bryant had returned, and everything would now be all right again.

       "Mariner," said Jill, pale and bright-eyed. "I live at Number Twenty-two, Ovingdon Square." "And yours, sir?"

       "Mine? Oh, ah, yes. I see what you mean. Rooke, you know. F. L. Rooke. I live at the Albany and all that sort of thing." The policeman made an entry in his note-book.

       "Officer," cried Jill, "this man was trying to kill that parrot and I stopped him...."

       "Can't help that, miss. You 'adn't no right to hit a man with a stick. You'll 'ave to come along."

       "But, I say, you know!" Freddie was appalled. This sort of thing had happened to him before, but only on Boat-Race Night at the

       Empire, where it was expected of a chappie. "I mean to say!" "And you, too, sir. You're both in it."

       "But...."

       "Oh, come along, Freddie," said Jill quietly. "It's perfectly absurd, but it's no use making a fuss." "That," said the policeman cordially, "is the right spirit!"

       III

       Lady Underhill paused for breath. She had been talking long and vehemently. She and Derek were sitting in Freddie Rooke's apartment at the Albany, and the subject of her monologue was Jill. Derek had been expecting the attack, and had wondered why it had not come before. All through supper on the previous night, even after the discovery that Jill was supping at a near-by table with a man who was a stranger to her son, Lady Underhill had preserved a grim reticence with regard to her future daughter-in-law. But

       to-day she had spoken her mind with all the energy which comes of suppression. She had relieved herself with a flow of words of all the pent-up hostility that had been growing within her since that first meeting in this same room. She had talked rapidly, for she was talking against time. The Town Council of the principal city in Derek's constituency in the north of England had decided that

       to-morrow morning[79] should witness the laying of the foundation stone of their new Town Hall, and Derek as the sitting member was to preside at the celebration. Already Barker had been dispatched to telephone for a cab to take him to the station, and at any moment their conversation might be interrupted. So Lady Underhill made the most of what little time she had.

       Derek listened gloomily, scarcely rousing himself to reply. His mother would have been gratified could she have known how

       powerfully her arguments were working on him. That little imp of doubt which had vexed him in the cab as he drove home from

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       Ovingdon Square had not died in the night. It had grown and waxed more formidable. And now, aided by this ally from without, it had become a Colossus straddling his soul. Derek looked frequently at the clock, and cursed the unknown cabman whose delay was prolonging the scene. Something told him that only flight could serve him now. He never had been able to withstand his mother

       in one of her militant moods. She seemed to numb his faculties. Other members of his family had also noted this quality in Lady Underhill, and had commented on it bitterly in the smoking-rooms of distant country-houses at the hour when men meet to drink the final whisky-and-soda and unburden their souls.

       Lady Underhill, having said all she had to say, recovered her breath and began to say it again. Frequent iteration was one of her strongest weapons. As her brother Edwin, who was fond of homely imagery, had often observed, she could talk the hind-leg off a donkey.

       "You must be mad, Derek, to dream of handicapping yourself at this vital stage of your career with a wife who not only will not be a help to you, but must actually be a ruinous handicap. I am not blaming you for imagining yourself in love in the first place, though I really should have thought that a man of your strength and character would.... However, as I say, I am not blaming you for that. Superficially, no doubt, this girl might be called attractive. I do not admire the type myself, but I suppose she has that quality--in my time we should have called it boldness--which seems to appeal to the young men of to-day. I could imagine her fascinating a weak-minded imbecile like your friend Mr. Rooke. But that you.... Still, there is no need to go into that. What I am trying to point out[80]

       is that in your position, with a career like yours in front of you--it's quite certain that in a year or two you will be offered some really big and responsible position--you would be insane to tie yourself to a girl who seems to have been allowed to run perfectly wild, whose uncle is a swindler...."

       "She can't be blamed for her uncle."

       "... Who sups alone with strange men in public restaurants...." "I explained that."

       "You may have explained it. You certainly did not excuse it or make it a whit less outrageous. You cannot pretend that you really imagine that an engaged girl is behaving with perfect correctness when she allows a man she has only just met to take her to supper

       at the Savoy, even if she did know him slightly years and years ago. It is very idyllic to suppose that a childhood acquaintance excuses every breach of decorum, but I was brought up to believe otherwise. I don't wish to be vulgar, but what it amounts to is that this girl was having supper--supper! In my days girls were in bed at supper-time!--with a strange man who picked her up at a theatre!"

       Derek shifted uneasily. There was a part of his mind which called upon him to rise up and challenge the outrageous phrase and de-mand that it be taken back. But he remained silent. The imp-Colossus was too strong for him. She is quite right, said the imp. That is an unpleasant but accurate description of what happened. He looked at the clock again, and wished for the hundredth time that the cab would come. Jill's photograph smiled at him from beside the clock. He looked away, for, when he found his eyes upon it, he had an odd sensation of baseness, as if he were playing some one false who loved and trusted him.

       "Well, I am not going to say any more," she said, getting up and buttoning her glove. "I will leave you to think it over. All I will say is that, though I only met her yesterday, I can assure you that I am quite confident that this girl is just the sort of harum-scarum so-called 'modern' girl who is sure some day to involve herself in a really serious scandal. I don't want her to be in a position to drag you into it as well. Yes, Barker, what is it? Is Sir Derek's cab here?"

       The lantern-jawed Barker had entered softly, and was[81] standing deferentially in the doorway. There was no emotion on his face be-yond the vague sadness which a sense of what was correct made him always wear like a sort of mask when in the presence of those of superior station.

       "The cab will be at the door very shortly, m'lady. If you please, Sir Derek, a policeman has come with a message." "A policeman?"

       "With a message from Mr. Rooke." "What do you mean?"

       "I have had a few words of conversation with the constable, sir," said Barker sadly, "and I understand from him that Mr. Rooke and

       Miss Mariner have been arrested."

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       "Arrested! What are you talking about?"

       "Mr. Rooke desired the officer to ask you to be good enough to step round and bail them out!" The gleam in Lady Underhill's eye became a flame, but she controlled her voice.

       "Why were Miss Mariner and Mr. Rooke arrested,

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