rite and remind you. I know you great men.'

When Henry reached the staircase he discovered her card in his hand. He
could not have explained how it came there. Without the portals of
Kenilworth Mansions a pair of fine horses were protesting against the
bearing-rein, and throwing spume across the street.

He walked straight up to the Louvre, and there lunched to the sound of
wild Hungarian music. It was nearly three o'clock when he returned to
his seat at Powells.

'The governor's pretty nearly breaking up the happy home,' Foxall
alarmingly greeted him in the inquiry office.

'Oh!' said Henry with a very passable imitation of guilelessness.
'What's amiss?'

'He rang for you just after you went out at a quarter-past twelve.' Here
Foxall glanced mischievously at the clock. 'He had his lunch sent in,
and he's been raving ever since.'

'What did you tell him?'

'I told him you'd gone to lunch.'

'Did he say anything?'

'He asked whether you'd gone to Brighton for lunch. Krikey! He nearly
sacked _me_! You know it's his golfing afternoon.'

'So it is. I'd forgotten,' Henry observed calmly.

Then he removed his hat and gloves, found his note-book and pencil, and
strode forward to joust with the knight.

'Did you want to dictate letters, Sir George?' he asked, opening Sir
George's door.

The knight was taken aback.

'Where have you been,' the famous solicitor demanded, 'since the middle
of the morning?'

'I had some urgent private business to attend to,' said Henry. 'And I've
been to lunch. I went out at a quarter-past twelve.'

'And it's now three o'clock. Why didn't you tell me you were going out?'

'Because you were engaged, Sir George.'

'Listen to me,' said Sir George. 'You've been getting above yourself
lately, my friend. And I won't have it. Understand, I will not have it.
The rules of this office apply just as much to you as to anyone.'

'I'm sorry,' Henry put in coldly, 'if I've put you to any
inconvenience.'

'Sorry be d----d, sir!' exclaimed Sir George.

'Where on earth do you go for your lunch?'

'That concerns no one but me, Sir George,' was the reply.

He would have given a five-pound note to know that Foxall and the entire
staff were listening behind the door.

'You are an insolent puppy,' Sir George stated.

'If you think so, Sir George,' said Henry, 'I resign my position here.'

'And a fool!' the knight added.

'And did you say anything about the thousand pounds?' Aunt Annie