Mr Loggerheads was the principal tenor of the Bursley Glee and Madrigal Club. And he was reckoned one of the finest "after-dinner tenors" in the Five Towns. The Hanbridge Choir was a rival organization, a vast and powerful affair that fascinated and swallowed promising singers from all the choirs of the vicinity. The Hanbridge Choir had sung at Windsor, and since that event there had been no holding it. All other choirs hated it with a homicidal hatred. "I'm told," Eva proceeded, "that the Birmingham and Sheffield Bank will promote him to the cashiership of the Hanbridge Branch on the understanding that he joins the Hanbridge Choir. Shows what influence they have! And it shows how badly the Hanbridge Choir wants him." (Mr Loggerheads was cashier of the Bursley branch of the Birmingham and Sheffield Bank.) "Who told you?" asked Mary Morfe, curtly. Richard Morfe said nothing. The machinations of the manager of the Hanbridge Choir always depressed and disgusted him into silence. "Oh!" said Eva Harracles. "It's all about." (By which she meant that it was in the air.) "Everyone's talking of it." "And do they say Mr Loggerheads has accepted?" Mary demanded. "Yes," said Eva. "Well," said Mary, "it's not true!... A mistake!" she added. "How do you know it isn't true?" Mr Morfe inquired doubtfully. "Since you're so curious," said Mary, defiantly, "Mr Loggerheads told me himself." "When?" "The other day." "You never said anything to me," protested Mr Morfe. "It didn't occur to me," Mary replied. "Well, I'm very glad!" remarked Eva Harracles. "But I thought I ought to let you know at once what was being said." Mary Morfe's expression conveyed the fact that in her opinion Eva Harracles' evening call was a vain thing, too lightly undertaken, and conceivably lacking in the nicest discretion. Whereupon Mr Morfe was evidently struck by the advisability of completely changing the subject. And he did change it. He began to talk about certain difficulties in the choral parts of Havergal Brian's _Vision of Cleopatra_, a work which he meant the Bursley Glee and Madrigal Club to perform though it should perish in the attempt. Growing excited, in his dry way, concerning the merits of this composition, he rose from his easy chair and went to search for it. Before doing so he looked at the clock, which indicated twenty minutes past nine. "Am I all right for time?" asked Eva. "Yes, you're all right," said he. "If you go when that clock strikes half-past, and take the next car down, you'll make the connection easily at Turnhill. I'll put you into the car." "Oh, thanks!" said Eva.