I suppose we must stop the affray--it might get into the papers too." "Yes: we must stop it, if we can," said Pollyooly anxiously.
"Well, if he's lunching at the Savage he'll play Spelka after it; and I shall catch him there.

I'll keep him out all the afternoon--till his rival has tired of waiting and gone." "Oh, yes.

That would be much the best," said Pollyooly gratefully.
Mr.James went briskly to the door.

At it he stopped and said: "There's a chance that I may miss him.

There may not be a game of Spelka; and he may come straight home.