Choose an evening towards the end of the week, a Friday will be your best chance of getting him." "I will do nothing of the kind, Pettifer." "And let me know when he is coming.

Goodbye." The car carried Mr.Hazlewood away still protesting that he really couldn't think of it for an instant.

But he thought a good deal of it during the next week and his temper did not improve.

"Pettifer has rubbed off the finer edges of his nature," he said to himself.

"It is a pity--a great pity.