"What do you think of that ?" Francis took the putter into his hand.

It was a very ordinary club, which had apparently seen a good deal of service, so much, indeed, that the leather wrapping at the top was commencing to unroll.

The maker's name was on the back of the blade, also the name of the professional from whom it had been purchased.

Francis swung the implement mechanically with his wrists.
"There seems to be nothing extraordinary about the club," he pronounced.
"It is very much like a cleek I putt with myself." "Yet it contains a secret which would most certainly have hanged me," Oliver Hilditch declared pleasantly.

"See!" He held the shaft firmly in one hand and bent the blade away from it.
In a moment or two it yielded and he commenced to unscrew it.