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ly Policeman…Puncher？ I keep a brave face before the world； but inwardly I burn with shame and agony and what not。〃
The great door of the castle swung open； revealing Keggs； the butler。 He was a man of reverend years； portly and dignified； with a respectfully benevolent face that beamed gravely on the young master and Mr。 Byng； as if their ing had filled his cup of pleasure。 His light； slightly protruding eyes expressed reverential good will。 He gave just that touch of cosy humanity to the scene which the hall with its half lights and massive furniture needed to make it perfect to the returned wanderer。 He seemed to be intimating that this was a moment to which he had looked forward long； and that from now on quiet happiness would reign supreme。 It is distressing to have to reveal the jarring fact that； in his hours of privacy when off duty； this apparently ideal servitor was so far from being a respecter of persons that he was accustomed to speak of Lord Belpher as 〃Percy〃； and even as 〃His Nibs〃。 It was； indeed； an open secret among the upper servants at the castle； and a fact hinted at with awe among the lower； that Keggs was at heart a Socialist。
〃Good evening； your lordship。 Good evening； sir。〃
Lord Belpher acknowledged the salutation with a grunt； but Reggie was more affable。
〃How are you； Keggs？ Now's your time； if you're going to do it。〃 He stepped a little to one side and indicated Lord Belpher's crimson neck with an inviting gesture。
〃I beg your pardon； sir？〃
〃Ah。 You'd rather wait till you can do it a little more privately。 Perhaps you're right。〃
The butler smiled indulgently。 He did not understand what Reggie was talking about； but that did not worry him。 He had long since e to the conclusion that Reggie was slightly mad； a theory supported by the latter's valet； who was of the same opinion。 Keggs did not dislike Reggie； but intellectually he considered him negligible。
〃Send something to drink into the library； Keggs；〃 said Lord Belpher。
〃Very good； your lordship。〃
〃A topping idea；〃 said Reggie。 〃I'll just take the old car round to the garage； and then I'll be with you。〃
He climbed to the steering wheel； and started the engine。 Lord Belpher proceeded to the library； while Keggs melted away through the green baize door at the end of the hail which divided the servants' quarters from the rest of the house。
Reggie had hardly driven a dozen yards when he perceived his stepmother and Lord Marshmoreton ing towards him from the direction of the rose…garden。 He drew up to greet them。
〃Hullo； mater。 What ho； uncle！ Back again at the old homestead； what？〃
Beneath Lady Caroline's aristocratic front agitation seemed to lurk。
〃Reggie； where is Percy？〃
〃Old Boots？ I think he's gone to the library。 I just decanted him out of the car。〃
Lady Caroline turned to her brother。
〃Let us go to the library； John。〃
〃All right。 All right。 All right；〃 said Lord Marshmoreton irritably。 Something appeared to have ruffled his calm。
Reggie drove on。 As he was strolling back after putting the car away he met Maud。
〃Hullo； Maud； dear old thing。〃
〃Why； hullo； Reggie。 I was expecting you back last night。〃
〃Couldn't get back last night。 Had to stick in town and rally round old Boots。 Couldn't desert the old boy in his hour of trial。〃 Reggie chuckled amusedly。 〃'Hour of trial；' is rather good； what？ What I mean to say is； that's just what it was； don't you know。〃
〃Why； what happened to Percy？〃
〃Do you mean to say you haven't heard？ Of course not。 It wouldn't have been in the morning papers。 Why； Percy punched a policeman。〃
〃Percy did what？〃
〃Slugged a slop。 Most dramatic thing。 Sloshed him in the midriff。 Absolutely。 The cross marks the spot where the tragedy occurred。〃
Maud caught her breath。 Somehow； though she could not trace the connection； she felt that this extraordinary happening must be linked up with her escapade。 Then her sense of humour got the better of apprehension。 Her eyes twinkled delightedly。
〃You don't mean to say Percy did that？〃
〃Absolutely。 The human tiger； and what not。 Menace to Society and all that sort of thing。 No holding him。 For some unexplained reason the generous blood of the Belphers boiled over； and thenzing。 They jerked him off to Vine Street。 Like the poem； don't you know。 'And poor old Percy walked between with gyves upon his wrists。' And this morning； bright and early； the beak parted him from ten quid。 You know； Maud； old thing； our duty stares us plainly in the eyeball。 We've got to train old Boots down to a reasonable weight and spring him on the National Sporting Club。 We've been letting a champion middleweight blush unseen under our very roof tree。〃
Maud hesitated a moment。
〃I suppose you don't know；〃 she asked carelessly； 〃why he did it？ I mean； did he tell you anything？〃
〃Couldn't get a word out of him。 Oysters garrulous and tombs chatty in parison。 Absolutely。 All I know is that he popped one into the officer's waistband。 What led up to it is more than I can tell you。 How would it be to stagger to the library and join the post…mortem？〃
〃The post…mortem？〃
〃Well； I met the mater and his lordship on their way to the library； and it looked to me very much as if the mater must have got hold of an evening paper on her journey from town？ When did she arrive？〃
〃Only a short while ago。〃
〃Then that's what's happened。 She would have bought an evening paper to read in the train。 By Jove； I wonder if she got hold of the one that had the poem about it。 One chappie was so carried away by the beauty of the episode that he treated it in verse。 I think we ought to look in and see what's happening。〃
Maud hesitated again。 But she was a girl of spirit。 And she had an intuition that her best defence would be attack。 Bluff was what was needed。 Wide…eyed； innocent wonder 。 。 。 After all； Percy couldn't be certain he had seen her in Piccadilly。
〃All right。〃
〃By the way； dear old girl；〃 inquired Reggie； 〃did your little business e out satisfactorily？ I forgot to ask。〃
〃Not very。 But it was awfully sweet of you to take me into town。〃
〃How would it be；〃 said Reggie nervously； 〃not to dwell too much on that part of it？ What I mean to say is； for heaven's sake don't let the mater know I rallied round。〃
〃Don't worry；〃 said Maud with a laugh。 〃I'm not going to talk about the thing at all。〃
Lord Belpher； meanwhile； in the library； had begun with the aid of a whisky and soda to feel a little better。 There was something about the library with its sombre half tones that soothed his bruised spirit。 The room held something of the peace of a deserted city。 The world； with its violent adventures and tall policemen； did not enter here。 There was balm in those rows and rows of books which nobody ever read； those vast writing tables at which nobody ever wrote。 From the broad mantel…piece the bust of some unnamed ancient looked down almost sympathetically。 Something remotely resembling peace had begun to steal into Percy's soul； when it was expelled by the abrupt opening of the door and the entry of Lady Caroline Byng and his father。 One glance at the face of the former was enough to tell Lord Belpher that she knew all。
He rose defensively。
〃Let me explain。〃
Lady Caroline quivered with repressed emotion。 This masterly woman had not lost control of herself； but her aristocratic calm had seldom been so severely tested。 As Reggie had surmised； she had read the report of the proceedings in the evening paper in the train； and her world had been reeling ever since。 Caesar； stabbed by Brutus； could scarcely have experienced a greater shock。 The other members of her family had disappointed her often。 She had bee inured to the spectacle of her brother working in the garden in corduroy trousers and in other ways behaving in a manner beneath the dignity of an Earl of Marshmoreton。 She had resigned herself to the innate flaw in the character of Maud which had allowed her to fall in love with a nobody whom she had met without an introduction。 Even Reggie had exhibited at times democratic traits of which she thoroughly disapproved。 But of her nephew Percy she had always been sure。 He was solid rock。 He； at least； she had always felt； would never do anything to injure the family prestige。 And now； so to speak； 〃Lo； Ben Adhem's name led all the rest。〃 In other words； Percy was the worst of the lot。 Whatever indiscretions the rest had mitted； at least they had never got the family into the ic columns of the evening papers。 Lord Marshmoreton might wear corduroy trousers and refuse to entertain the County at garden parties and go to bed with a book when it was his duty to act as host at a formal ball； Maud might give her heart to an impossible person whom nobody had ever heard of； and Reggie might be seen at fashionable restaurants with pugilists； but at any rate evening paper poets had never written facetious verses about their exploits。 This crowning degradation had been reserved for the hitherto blameless Percy； who； of all the young men of Lady Caroline's acquaintance； had till now appeared to have the most scrupulous sense of his position； the most rigid regard for the dignity of his great name。 Yet； here he was； if the carefully cons