So that all the great and enlightened public, wandering home in crowds from the football match at Knype, had the spectacle of a _Daily_ procession instead of a _Signal_ procession, and could scarce believe their eyes. And _Dailys_ were sold in quantities from the cars. At Knype Station the procession curved and returned to Hanbridge, and finally, after a multitudinous triumph, came to a stand with all its _Daily_ bunting in front of the _Signal_ offices; and Denry appeared from his lair. Denry’s men fled with bundles. "They ’re an hour and a half late," said Denry calmly to one of the proprietors of the _Signal_, who was on the pavement. "But I ’ve managed to get them here. I thought I ’d just look in to thank you for giving such a good feed to our lads." The telephones hummed with news of similar _Daily_ processions in Longshaw and Bursley. And there was not a high-class private bar in the district that did not tinkle with delighted astonishment at the brazen, the inconceivable effrontery of that card, Denry Machin. Many people foresaw lawsuits, but it was agreed that the _Signal_ had begun the game of impudence, in trapping the _Daily_ lads so as to secure a holy calm for its much-trumpeted procession. And Denry had not finished with the _Signal_. In the special football edition of the _Daily_ was an announcement, the first, of special Martinmas fêtes organised by the Five Towns _Daily_. And on the same morning every member of the Universal Thrift Club had received an invitation to the said fêtes. They were three—held on public ground at Hanbridge, Bursley, and Longshaw. They were in the style of the usual Five Towns "wakes"; that is to say, roundabouts, shows, gingerbread stalls, swings, cocoa-nut shies. But at each fête a new and very simple form of "shy" had been erected. It consisted of a row of small railway signals. "March up! March up!" cried the shy-men. "Knock down the signal! Knock down the signal! And a packet of Turkish delight is yours. Knock down the signal!" And when you had knocked down the signal the men cried: "We wrap it up for you in the special Anniversary Number of the _Signal_." And they disdainfully tore into suitable fragments copies of the _Signal_ which had cost Denry and Co. a halfpenny each, and enfolded the Turkish delight therein and handed it to you with a smack. And all the fair-grounds were carpeted with draggled and muddy _Signals_. People were up to the ankles in _Signals_. The affair was the talk of Sunday. Few matters in the Five Towns had raised more gossip than did that enormous escapade which Denry invented and conducted. The moral damage to the _Signal_ was held to approach the disastrous. And now not the possibility but the probability of lawsuits was incessantly discussed. On the Monday both papers were bought with anxiety. Everybody was frothing to know what the respective editors would say.