Then after a pause he said: "Gentlemen, may I offer you my card.

If any of the rest of you desire, at any time, to communicate with me, despite Major Brown's view of the matter--" "I should be obliged for your card, sir," said the Major, in his abrupt but courteous voice.

"Pay for chair." The agent of Romance and Adventure handed his card, laughing.
It ran, "P.

G.Northover, B.A., C.Q.T., Adventure and Romance Agency, 14 Tanner's Court, Fleet Street." "What on earth is 'C.QT.' ?" asked Rupert Grant, looking over the Major's shoulder.
"Don't you know ?" returned Northover.

"Haven't you ever heard of the Club of Queer Trades ?" "There seems to be a confounded lot of funny things we haven't heard of," said the little Major reflectively.