ment from the paper and shook it out before displaying it for Darragh's approval. "I think you will find that quite satisfactory, sir."
"Exactly the same as the one your people made for Mr. Hulse a week ago?" asked Darragh, glancing at the jacket and then passing it on to Violet for her verdict.
"To a stitch, sir. A friend of mine up at the shop got the measurements and the cloth is a length from the same piece."
"But the cut, Sims," persisted his patron keenly; "the cut is the most important thing about it. It makes all the difference in the world."
"Yes, sir," acquiesced Sims dispassionately; "you can rely on that. I used to be a first-class cutter myself before I took to drink. I am yet, when I'm steady. And I machined both coats myself."
"That should do then," said Darragh complacently. "Now you were to have"
"Ten guineas and the cost of the cloth you promised, sir. Of course it's a very big price, and I won't deny that I've been a bit uneasy about it from time to time when I"
"That's all right." Darragh had no wish to keep Mr. Sims in evidence a minute longer than was necessary.
"I shouldn't like to be doing anything wrong, sir," persisted the poor creature; "and when you stipulated that it wasn't to be mentioned"
"Well, well, man; it's a bet, didn't I tell you? I stand to win a clear hundred if I can fool Hulse over this coat. That's the long and short of it."
"I'm sure I hope it is, sir. I've never been in trouble for anything yet, and it would break my wife's 'art" He stopped suddenly and his weak face changed to a recollection of his loss; then without another word he turned and made shakily for the door.
