The other young men in khaki joined in the laugh, but a tall gaunt man with an authoritative glance, the Denison referred to, looked rather angry. Miss Heredith, with a hostess's watchful tact for the suspectibilities of her guests, started to talk about a show for allotment holders which had been held in the moat-house grounds a few weeks before. It seemed that most of the villagers were allotment holders, and the show had been held to stimulate their patriotic war efforts to increase the national food supply. The village had entered into it with great spirit, and some wonderful specimens of fruit, vegetables, poultry and rabbits had been exhibited. "The best part of it was that Rusher, my own gardener, was beaten badly in every class," put in Sir Philip, with a smile. "Not in every class," corrected Miss Heredith. "The peaches and nectarines from the walled garden were awarded first prize." "Rusher was beaten in the vegetable classes--in giant vegetable marrows and cabbages," retorted Sir Philip, with a chuckle. "He hasn't got over it yet. He suspects the vicar of favouritism in awarding the prizes. The fact that his daughter won first prize for rabbits with a giant Belgian did little to console him." "And we raised quite a respectable sum for the Red Cross by charging threepence admission to see a stuffed menagerie of Phil's," added Miss Heredith. "A stuffed menagerie! What a curious thing," remarked a young lady. "Not quite a menagerie," said Sir Philip. "Merely the stuffed remains of some animals Phil used to keep as a youngster. When they died--as they invariably did--he used to skin them and stuff them. He was quite an expert taxidermist." "Tell them about your museum exhibit, Philip," said Miss Heredith, with quite an animated air. "We also arranged a little exhibition of--er--old things," continued Sir Philip diffidently. "Armour, miniatures, some old jewels, and things like that. That also brought in quite a respectable sum for the Red Cross." "From the Heredith collection, I presume?" said Mr. Brimley. "What wonderful old treasures you must have in this wonderful old house of yours," gushed the young lady who had spoken before. "I am so disappointed in not seeing the Heredith pearl necklace. What a pity dear Mrs. Heredith is ill. She was going to wear the pearls to-night, and now I shall have to go away without seeing them." Sir Philip bowed. He did not quite relish the trend of the conversation, but he was too well-bred to show it. "You shall see the pearls in the morning," said Miss Heredith courteously. "I adore pearls," sighed the guest. "If you admire pearls, you should see the collection which is being made for the British Red Cross," remarked Vincent Musard. "I had a private view the other day. It is a truly magnificent collection."