He had asked her.

She came.
"This is the cleanest bit of luck," he said, with scarce controlled excitement.
"What is it ?" She pressed nearer to the window.
He explained.

"This yard at the back belongs to some railway company and two of their men are going to settle a difference of opinion--that's putting it mildly--as far as I can make out they mean business." "What are they going to do ?" He answered her question by putting another.

"You know I told you I belonged to the National Sporting ?" "Are they going to fight ?" She caught her breath, forcing back the sense of nausea.
"Yes; bare fists with a definite end in view.

Why look here--" He took her arm and gently pulled her to the window where he was standing.
"Look here, you see they've even got assistants--those two chaps with towels over their arms.