"Our worthy mayor was involved in an awkward predicament last night. In pursuance of an appointment with Mr. Wilkins, of the British Motor Garage, he arrived at the workshop between eight and nine o’clock, and was awaiting the proprietor, when he was suddenly seized and thrown down by a young man in the uniform of a second lieutenant, who had come up in company with Mr. Wilkins’s assistant, and, not familiar with the mayor’s lineaments, had mistaken him for a burglar. The police were telephoned for, and Constable Brown, on reaching the scene, found himself in an unenviable position, between cross-charges of burglary and common assault. The tension was relieved by the arrival of Mr. Wilkins, who saw at once that a pardonable mistake had been made by his assistant and the young officer, and by the exercise of his accustomed tact succeeded in bringing both parties to an amicable understanding. We have unfortunately to record that in the regrettable fracas our mayor sustained an ocular abrasion, the consequences of which, while temporarily disfiguring, will, we trust, be otherwise negligible. As a comparative newcomer Mr. Noakes may not be aware that he is in good company. Those familiar with the chronicles of our ancient borough will remember the historic bout between Ted Sloggins and Jemmy Wild, the prizefighter once Mayor of Pudlington, when the latter was knocked out in the tenth round with two broken ribs and a black eye." "That’s a nasty one!" said Eves, returning the paper. "That last bit, sir? True, I feel it so—very nasty indeed. That feller have got his knife into the mayor, in a sly sort of way." "Mr. Noakes isn’t very popular, then? The local paper would hardly give a dig at a popular mayor." "Well, sir, to tell ’ee the truth, there’s two parties, one for and one against. Mr. Noakes is almost a newcomer, and some folks don’t take kindly to his pushing ways. I don’t myself, I own it. He’s near driven me off my head over this meeting, and though I’d do anything in the way of business, I don’t hold with his views. He was one of they ’Stop the War’ kidney, and though goodness knows I’d ’a stopped the war, having a son over in France, I wouldn’t stop it a moment afore we’d done what we set out to do, and thankful I am our lads have done it. That there young officer last night"—he smiled—"was you, I take it, sir." "The curtain’s dropped over that, Mr. Johnson," said Eves. "By the way, you were going to try Mr. Templeton’s new fire extinguisher. Have you rigged up the apparatus?" "Ay, sure, ’tis all ready. Come up along, and I’ll show ’ee. I’ll try it next week, just afore I plaster the ceiling." He took Eves to the floor above, and showed him, between the workmen’s planks and the matchboard, a large shallow tank of sheet iron resting on the rafters. It was filled with water, and the builder explained that the holes in the bottom had been plugged with the composition a week before.