Three years ago the fourth baronet expired whilst the library windows were being opened to admit the litter on which he was carried from the hunting-field.

The fate of the fifth you know." Brett's chair emitted a series of squeaks as he urged it closer to the wall.

At the proper distance he stretched out his leg and pressed an electric bell with his toe.
"Decanters and syphons, Smith," he cried, when the door opened.
"Which do you take, whisky or brandy, Mr.Hume ?" he inquired.
"Whisky.

But I assure you I am quite serious.

These things--" "Serious! If my name were Hume-Frazer, nothing less than a runaway steam-engine would take me to Beechcroft.