as you, as a brother magistrate, can imagine are frequently very distasteful to—Yours very sincerely,
T. Ingell.
P.S.— I have seen to it that the motor vigilance to which your friends took exception has been considerably relaxed in my district.
'What did you answer?' said Ollyett, when all our opinions had been expressed.
'I told him I couldn't do anything in the matter. And I couldn't—then. But you'll remember to put in that foot-and-mouth paragraph. I want something to work upon.'
'It seems to me The Bun has done all the work up to date,' I suggested. 'When does The Cake come in?'
'The Cake,' said Woodhouse, and I remembered afterwards that he spoke like a Cabinet Minister on the eve of a Budget, 'reserves to itself the fullest right to deal with situations as they arise.'
'Ye-eh!' Bat Masquerier shook himself out of his thoughts. '"Situations as they arise." I ain't idle either. But there's no use fishing till the swim's baited. You'—he turned to Ollyett—'manufacture very good ground-bait. . . . I always tell My people What the deuce is that?'
There was a burst of song from another private dining-room across the landing. 'It ees some ladies from the Trefoil,' the waiter began.
'Oh, I know that. What are they singing, though?'
He rose and went out, to be greeted by shouts of applause from that merry company. Then
