As she pronounced the last word of this last word in jazz band minstrelsy she rose suddenly into a sitting posture and slapped her forehead with her open left hand. And, "Hah and ho!" she cried. "Likewise whoop and eureka!' She bounded from the Westmorland and a moment later she was talking to her father by telephone.
"That you, parent?" she cried. "Good! Well, it's just to tell you that Bisham and I surrender. You shall have it as you want it and Bisham will sign that letter to the press. So will you make out another fifty copies of it this afternoon and bring them round here to Grosvenor Street after dinner to-night—say about nine. No, we won't dine with you, thanks. We've got some blokes and maidens dining and dancing here, you see. But Bisham will be able to take half an hour off from doing the politeful in order to sign those letters with
