Lukie, you know. And Bill don’t mind; do you, Bill?”

   “That? Lord, no. But what you have been and done, Sharper, is to spoil a very pretty and sporting event. Jona and I were racing to Halfpenny Hole, and I’d got her absolutely beaten.”

   “Liar,” said Jona, “I was leading—leading by inches.”

   “Ah, but I’d lots in reserve.”

   “Strong, silent man, ain’t you?” said Jona.

   They both laughed.

   “Yes,” said Luke, “I’m afraid I was rather in the way. I seem to be almost always in the way. It happens at home. It happens at the office. I say, I wonder what you two would have done if you’d met a cart?”

   “Jumped it,” said Jona, and laughed again.

   “Sorry,” said Lord Tyburn, “but I must rush off. I’ve just spotted my agent, five fields away. So long, Sharper. Come up and inspect us soon.”

   He drove the car up the grassy slope, smashed a way through the hedge—after all, it was his own hedge—and vanished.

   “He drives wonderfully,” said Luke.

   “He’s that kind,” said Jona. “He does everything well. He does himself well. Are you glad to see me again, Lukie?”

   The tips of his ears crept slowly forward. “I shall have to think for a long time to know that I really am to see you again.”

   “’Fraid I can’t wait a long time,” said Jona. “See you again soon.”

   She waved her hand to him and drove off.

   Luke rode on as if in a dream. Suddenly he became aware that he had passed the door of his office. He thought of turning round in the street and riding back, but he had turned round in the street once before, and a great number of people had been hurt. He dismounted and walked back.

   As his custom was, he knocked at the door of Mr. Diggle’s room and entered. Mr. Diggle, who still retained much of his schoolmaster manner, sat at his desk with his back to Sharper. He did not look round.

   “That you, 

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