You're on
the wrong side, my boy! I've shaken hands with Mr. Horrocks, and that's
the man who'll get the votes in this constituency. I've promised to do
what I can to help him."
I was a little taken aback.
"You're not in earnest!" I exclaimed.
"Dead earnest!" Mr. Bundercombe regretted.
"The chap's convinced me. I feel it's up to me to lend him a hand."
"But surely," I expostulated, "even if you cannot see your way clear to
help me, there's no need for you to go over to the enemy like this! You're
not obliged to interfere in the election at all, are you?"
Mr. Bundercombe sighed.
"Matter of principle with me!" he explained. "I must be doing something. I
can't canvass for you. I'll have to look round a bit for the other chap."
"I really don't see," I began, just a little annoyed, "why you should feel
called upon to interfere in an English election at all, unless it is to
help a friend."
Mr. Bundercombe looked at me and solemnly winked!
"Say, that's the dinner gong!" he announced cheerfully. "Let's be getting
in."
"But I don't quite understand----"
Mr. Bundercombe repeated the wink upon a smaller scale. I followed him
into the drawing-room, still in the dark as to his exact political
position.
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