"I want both of you to come up to see fair play." "But, Mr.Gammon, I shouldn't like--" "Mrs.Clover, you've come here to see Polly, and you've a right to see Polly, and by jorrocks you shall see Polly! Follow me upstairs.

I've said all that need be said; now to business." They ascended; Gammon three steps at a stride, the others in a hurry and a flutter.

Light streamed from the Cheesemans' room; the first-floor lodgers; incapable any longer of self-restraint, were out on the landing.

On the next floor it was dark, but Mr.Gammon saw a gleam along the bottom of Polly's door.

He knocked--the knock of a policeman armed with a warrant.
"Miss Sparkes!" "Oh, it's you this time, is it?
Come just to say good night?
You needn't have put yourself out." "Miss Sparkes, are you in your proper dress ?" "What d'you mean ?" Polly answered resentfully.