"It is inscribed ’Harry Tanneur,’" said the Duke, "and the gentleman who dropped it in his hurry left me a further token of his regard." He held up his other hand, and Alicia gave a little cry, for the hand was swathed in a pocket handkerchief, ominously scarlet. *Part V* *THE DUKE ADVENTURES* *I* It was nearing the period when "something would have to be done." These were Olejoe’s exact words. With an action pending in the High Court, the presence of the brokers’ man was suggestive rather than conclusive. Olejoe was a splendid splash of colour, a picturesque accessory, but as Tuppy pathetically complained, he had not as yet justified the trouble and expense. It is true that with a silver salver in his hand he had replaced the sedate servant. That he received visitors and showed them in; that clad in his striking raiment he negotiated with the butcher and the milkman, and that he was one of the Sights. More than this, he was admitted into the family circle, and was invariably introduced to callers as "my brokers’ man" or "my possessionist," With Tuppy’s coming the question of Olejoe became a vital one. Tuppy, it may be said, was now an inmate of 64. A curt note from Sir Harry’s solicitors had terminated his tenancy. Supplementary to this was a letter from Sir Harry himself in which he dealt freely in such phrases as "two-faced duplicity," "run with the hare and hunt with the hounds," "betrayal of a sacred trust," and similar happily coined phrases of opprobrium. "The perfectly horrible thing is," Tuppy said in bitterness of spirit, "I’ve given up my flat in Charles Street, an’ it’s a thousand to thirty the landlord won’t take me back again, unless I pay something off the old account." The Duke pressed him to stay, and Hank was extremely urgent in his invitation. "The Duke should surely have somebody he can talk ’blighted hopes’ to," he said: in his capacity as An Authority on Women, Tuppy stayed. Thus Olejoe came to be a problem, for Tuppy brought the faithful Bolt, and No. 64 was not built for the accommodation of a house party. Olejoe, therefore, became the pivot around which revolved a ceaseless whirl of discussion. He was a Domestic Crisis. "Something must be done with Olejoe." This was the beginning and the end of the agenda under review. Olejoe was present at the most important of these. From time to time he interjected expostulatory noises. "A Johnny man that I know," said Tuppy reminiscently—"I don’t exactly know him, but I owe his brother a hundred, which to all intents an’ purposes extends my acquaintance—because if _I_ don’t know him, he is pretty sure to have heard about _me_ from the brother fellow, who’s a deuce of a bleater about money affairs——" "I’ll look him up in the Dictionary of National Biography," said the Duke; "in the meantime, this man——?"