hop, blushing. Edwin turned away.
This was Miss Ingamells's affair.

"If ye please, Mester Peake's sent me. He canna come in this
afternoon--he's got a bit o' ratting on--and will Mester Clayhanger step
across to th' Dragon to-night after eight, with that there peeper
[paper] as he knows on?"

At the name of Peake, Edwin started. He had utterly forgotten the
matter.

"Master Edwin," said Miss Ingamells drily. "You know all about that,
don't you?" Clearly she resented that he knew all about that while she
didn't.

"Oh! Yes," Edwin stammered. "What did you say?" It was his first
piece of real business.

"If you please, Mester Peake sent me." The messenger blundered through
his message again word for word.

"Very well. I'll attend to it," said Edwin, as nonchalantly as he
could.

Nevertheless he was at a loss what to do, simple though the situation
might have seemed to a person with an experience of business longer than
Edwin's. Just as three hours previously his father had appeared to be
bracing all his intellect to a problem that struck Edwin as entirely
simple, so now Edwin seemed to be bracing all his intellect to another
aspect of the same problem. Time, revenging his father! ... What! Go
across to the Dragon and in cold blood demand Mr Enoch Peake, and then
parley with Mr Enoch Peake as one man with another! He had never been
inside the Dragon. He had been brought up in the belief that the Dragon
was a place of sin. The Dragon was included in the generic
term--`gin-palace,' and quite probably in the Siamese-twin
term--`gaming-saloon.' Moreover, to discuss business with Mr Enoch
Peake... Mr Enoch Peake was as mysterious to Edwin as, say, a Chinese
mandarin! Still, business was business, and something would have to be
done. He did not know what. Ought he to go to the Dragon? His father
had not foreseen the possibility of this development. He instantly
decided one fundamental: he would not consult Miss Ingamells; no, nor
even Maggie! There remained only Big James. He went across to see Big
James, who was calmly smoking a pipe on the little landing at the top of
the steps leading to the printing office.

Big James showed no astonishment.

"You come along o' me to the Dragon to-night, young sir, at eight
o'clock, or as soon after as makes no matter, and I'll see as you see
Mr Enoch Peake. I shall be coming up Woodisun Bank at eight o'clock,
or as soon after as makes no matter. You