, took records. He's been
at it now--how many years, Jack? He'll play on a dog-fight better
than you can on a penny-whistle: as soon as he chooses they're
sitting one on each side of the gramophone, listening to Their
Master's Voice. Vivisection?--Farrell's an ass. The only inhuman
thing I've ever known Jack do was to domesticate a wild-cat and
restore her to the woods unprotected by her natural amenities.
These people hear a shindy going on in the laboratory in `--` Street,
and conclude that he's holding the wrong sort of tea-party. Now, if
he'd had an ounce of practical wisdom to-night, he'd have arisen
quietly, invited Farrell to drop in at 4.30 to-morrow, arranged a
moderate dog-fight, and given that upholsterer ten minutes of
glorious life. Farrell--"

"I'm going to turn you both out," said Foe, getting up suddenly.
"Help yourself to another whisky-and-soda, Roddy. . . . I'm so beaten
with sleep it's odds against getting off my boots." As a fact, too,
his face was weary-white. He turned to Jimmy, however, with a ghost
of a smile. "Roddy has been talking a deal of nonsense. But if you
really care to inspect my little show, come around some morning
. . . . Let me see--to-day's Wednesday. Saturday is my slack
morning--What d'you say to breakfasting here on Saturday, nine
o'clock? and we'll walk over at half-past ten or thereabouts. I keep
a yellow dog there that will go through some tricks for you. . . .
Right? Then so long! . . . You can come along, too, Roddy, if you'll
behave yourself."

NIGHT THE FOURTH.

ADVENTURE OF THE POLICE STATION.

I opened my newspaper next morning in no little anxiety. I ought
rather to say "my newspapers": for the L.C.C. campaign was raging at
its height, and a candidate cannot afford to neglect in the morning
any nasty thing that any nasty fellow has written overnight.

Jephson--yes, he's the same good Jephson who wouldn't exchange my
button-stick for a Field-Marshal's baton--Jephson brought in my
morning tea and laid across the foot of my bed a bundle of newspapers
as thick as a bolster.

I sat up, reached for them and began to read almost as soon as he
switched on the light. I was honestly nervous.

I took the hostile papers first, of course. Pretty soon it began
to dawn on my grateful soul that all was right with the world.
The reporters had stood shoulder to shoulder. Two or three headlines
gave me a shake. "BRISK SCENES ACROSS THE WATER," "MR. FA