Mr.
Spargo--of the _Watchman_.

Now, I'm off!" Breton turned on the instant; his gown whisked round a corner, and Spargo found himself staring at two smiling girls.

He saw then that both were pretty and attractive, and that one seemed to be the elder by some three or four years.
"That is very cool of Ronald," observed the elder young lady.

"Perhaps his scheme doesn't fit in with yours, Mr.Spargo?
Pray don't--" "Oh, it's all right!" said Spargo, feeling himself uncommonly stupid.
"I've nothing to do.

But--where did Mr.Breton say you wished to be taken ?" "Into the gallery of number seven court," said the younger girl promptly.