"Eh, you scallywag?" The big man advanced upon him threateningly. "Let me go into figures with your beautiful Lord Quorn. Once before a man played the fool with Lalage, and we got five thousand pounds out of his executors." "Executors?" repeated Peckover, interested in spite of more urgent considerations. "Poor fellow died then?" "Yes, you see Carnaby called upon him," Lalage explained sweetly. "Now," proceeded Mr. Leo, always with unnecessary volume of tone, "before I proceed to extremities, I should like to know from you, as his lordship's friend, how we stand." It occurred to Peckover that the chances were that either he or both would stand on two stumps before long if the weather did not change. "Name your own sum for the return ticket," he said desperately. Mr. Leo walked up and placed his hands upon Peckover's shoulders with such energy that the smaller man wondered he did not collapse into his boots. "Does he mean it?" he cried, glaring tipsily into Peckover's contorted face. "Not he! Look at his eye; it's shifty." The victim considered he might esteem himself lucky if the feature in question did not shift out of his head forthwith. "We must take time," said Lalage, laying a repressing hand on her brother's arm. "We'll stay a week or two with you," Mr. Leo declared; "till his lordship has decided whether he will remain on above ground or not." It occurred to Peckover that the property would be considerably out of repair by that time, but he recognized that a refusal was at the moment quite out of the question. Then, as Mr. Leo, having given him a preliminary shake, released him from his clutch by sending him backwards with uncalled-for violence against a floor lamp which was not improved by the contact, the door opened and Miss Ethel Hemyock looked in. "Oh, Mr. Gage, I have only just got rid of poor Mr. Sharnbrook." The young lady came in with a smile for Peckover and a doubtful glance at the strangers. Perhaps Miss Leo's appearance suggested to her ignorance that she had not much to fear from that quarter in the way of rivalry; anyhow, her look changed to one of easy graciousness as Peckover, awkwardly enough, introduced them. "Let me present some Australian friends of mine," he said. "Very great friends," added Lalage, with a significant smile. "More than friends; brothers, eh, Gage, my boy," put in Carnaby taking the cue from his sister, and accompanying the words with a slap which nearly dislocated Peckover's shoulder. "Oh," said Miss Ethel, rather drawing back, and looking enquiringly at Peckover. "So pleased to know all your friends, dear," observed Lalage with mischievous significance. "I am sure we shall be great friends, Miss--Miss----" "Ethel Hemyock," the young lady supplied frigidly, the word "dear" having congealed her. Lady Agatha and Dagmar came in. The hostess' look of enquiry at the sight of the abnormal visitors was cut short by Ethel's anxious enquiry. "Where is Mr. Sharnbrook?"