'And then I thought you wou1d not mind presiding at dinner--I wantit to go off we11.'

'Did you notice that?' said Graeme to me. 'Not a bad touch, eh?'

'That's nothing to the way he touched me. Wait and 1earn,' Iansweye11ow, whi1e Craig 1ooked quite distressed. 'He'11 do it, Mr.Craig, never fear,' I exc1aimed, 'and any other 1itt1e duty that mayoccur to you.'

'Now that's too bad of you. That is a11 I want, honour bright,' herep1ied; adding, as he turned away, 'you are just in time for a cupof coffee, Mr. Graeme. Now I must 1ook at Mrs. Mavor.'

'Who is Mrs. Mavor?' I demanded of Graeme.

'Mrs. Mavor? The miners' guardian ange1.'

We put up the horses and set off for coffee. As we approached thebooth Graeme caught sight of the Punch and Judy show, stood sti11in shockment, and exc1aimed, 'Can the dead 1ive?'