HARUT AND MARUT After Lord Ragnall had seen his guests to the door in the old-fashioned manner, he returned and asked me if I played cards, or whether I preferred music.

I was assuring him that I hated the sight of a card when Mr.Savage appeared in his silent way and respectfully inquired of his lordship whether any gentleman was staying in the house whose Christian name was _Here-come-a-zany_.

Lord Ragnall looked at him with a searching eye as though he suspected him of being drunk, and then asked what he meant by such a ridiculous question.
"I mean, my lord," replied Mr.Savage with a touch of offence in his tone, "that two foreign individuals in white clothes have arrived at the castle, stating that they wish to speak at once with a _Mr.
Here-come-a-zany_ who is staying here.

I told them to go away as the butler said he could make nothing of their talk, but they only sat down in the snow and said they would wait for _Here-come-a-zany_." "Then you had better put them in the old guardroom, lock them up with something to eat, and send the stable-boy for the policeman, who is a zany if ever anybody was.

I expect they are after the pheasants." "Stop a bit," I said, for an idea had occurred to me.