And the upshot of it was that I promised to bring you
there this afternoon. It's all arranged. Miss King is to be at home.
The judge will be up the river. I shall leave you with Miss King, and
then join the judge. We shall give you a clear hour, and when we come
back we shall expect to hear that the whole thing is settled."
"I never heard of such an absurd entanglement in my life."
"There is no entanglement about it. It's perfectly simple, plain, and
straightforward. Where's your bicycle?"
Simpkins wavered.
"Perhaps," he said, "I'd better go and explain. It's an infernal
nuisance--"
"I don't quite know what you mean by explaining," said Meldon. "There
seems to me only one thing for you to do, and that is to go at once and
offer to marry Miss King. Where's your bicycle?"
"It's behind the tent; but I must tell the secretary that I'm going.
I'm afraid he'll be angry."
"If that bald-headed man with the white moustache is the secretary,"
said Meldon, "I should say from the way he spoke just now that he'll be
extremely glad. If you tell him the whole story you'll find that he'll
quite agree with me about what your duty is.
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