Then a pause.] Where's my old chum, Jock Lawson ?" The audience stilled.

Gaston's face went grave.

He replied, in a firm, clear voice.
"In Heaven, my man.

You'll never see him more." There was silence for a moment, a murmur, then a faint burst of applause.

Presently John Cawley, the landlord of "The Whisk o' Barley," made towards Gaston.