"The club in
question may not be very large, but it is quite well known, and I had the
misfortune to act as Mr. Bundercombe's sponsor there."
I glanced toward my prospective father-in-law. He nodded.
"They put me up for some sort of a pothouse," he admitted, "and I handed
over a tenner, I think it was, for my subscription. Rotten little hole
somewhere near the Haymarket! I've never been in since. I'll resign, with
pleasure!"
"And write a confession of your misdemeanor, sir?" Captain Bannister
persisted.
Mr. Bundercombe scratched his chin.
"I'll write an account of the whole affair," he remarked dryly.
Captain Bannister took up his hat.
"I regret," he declared, "that Mr. Bundercombe's attitude does not
encourage a continuation of this conversation. We will not detain you
further, gentlemen."
Mr. Cheape also rose. They moved toward the door.
"Much obliged to you for calling," Mr. Bundercombe said hospitably. "Drop
in and have a little game of cards with me any afternoon you like. I am a
bit out of practice, but I fancy I am still in your class."
Captain Bannister turned round suddenly. He replaced his hat upon the
table and stood with folded arms.
"Sir," he announced, "I have changed my mind.
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