"I suppose," said his grace, "he’s been sent for to protect the innocent girl from the unwelcome addresses of the wicked duke. I’ll have a talk with him." He strolled into the garden, dragging the step ladder with him. He planted it against the wall this time, and mounting slowly surveyed the next garden. His luck was in, for the object of his search sat in a big basket chair reading the _Sporting Life_. "Hullo," said the Duke. Hal looked up and scowled. So this was the persecutor. "Hullo," said the Duke again. "What the devil do you want?" demanded Hal with studied ferocity. "What have you got?" asked the Duke obligingly. "Look here, my friend," said Hal, rising and fixing his eye-glass with a terrible calm, "I’m not in the habit of receiving visitors over the garden wall——" "Talking about the militia," said the Duke easily, "how is this Territorial scheme going to affect you?" "My friend——" began Hal. "He calls me his friend," the young man on the wall meditated aloud, "he is ominously polite: he rises from his chair: he is going to begin—help!" He raised his voice and kept his eye on the conservatory door of 66. "What’s wrong?" inquired Hank’s voice from the house. "Come quickly!" called the Duke extravagantly nervous, "here’s a young gentleman, a stout young gentleman in the military line of business, who is taking off his coat to me." "Don’t talk such utter damn nonsense," said the angry Hal, "I’ve done nothing yet." "Help!" cried the lounging figure at the top of the wall. "He’s done nothing _yet_—but——!" "Will you be quiet, sir," roared Hal desperately red in the face; "you’ll alarm the neighbourhood and make yourself a laughing stock——" The Duke had seen the flutter of a white dress coming through the little glass house, and as the girl with an alarmed face ran into the garden he made his appeal to her. "Miss Terrill," he said brokenly, "as one human being to another, I beg you to save me from this savage and I fear reckless young man. Call him off! Chain him up! Let him turn from me the basilisk fires of his vengeful eyes." "I thought—I thought," faltered the girl. "Not yet," said the Duke cheerfully, "you have arrived in the nick of time to save one who is your ever grateful servant, from a terrible and, I cannot help thinking, untimely end." She turned with an angry stamp of her foot to her cousin. "Will you please take me into the house, Hal," she said ignoring the young man on the wall, and his exaggerated expression of relief. VIII "On behalf of the organ fund," read Hank and regarded the pink tickets that accompanied the vicar’s letter with suspicion.