he skies around
the rim. There were two concentric enclosing walls, the inner one was
unscalable, and the outer one about five feet six inches high. A second
loud man was calling out: "Couples please. Ladies _and_ gentlemen. Couples
if _you_ please." Obediently, numbers of the crowd disposed themselves in
pairs in the attitudes of close affection on the circling floor which had
just come to rest, while the remainder of the numerous gathering gazed upon
them with sarcastic ecstasy. Then the wheel began slowly to turn, and girls
to shriek in the plenitude of happiness. And progress was proved
geometrically.

Jane, bearing the megaphone, slipped by an aperture into the space between
the two walls, and Audrey followed. Nobody gave attention to them except
the second loud man, who winked the wink of knowledge. The fact was that
both the loud men, being unalterable Tories, had been very willing to
connive at Jane Foley's scheme for the affliction of a Radical Minister.

The two girls over the wall had an excellent and appetising view of the
upper part of the side of the Imperial Hall, and of its high windows, the
nearest of which was scarcely thirty feet away.

"Hold this, will you?" said Jane, handing the megaphone to Audrey.

Jane drew from its concealment in her dress a small piece of iron to which
was attached a coloured streamer bearing certain words. She threw, with a
strong movement of the left arm, because she was left-handed. She had
practised throwing; throwing was one of her several specialties. The bit of
iron, trailing its motto like a comet its tail, flew across space and
plumped into the window with a pleasing crash and disappeared, having
triumphed over uncounted police on the outskirts and a hundred and fifty
stewards within. A roar from the interior of the hall supervened, and
varied cries.

"Give me the meg," said Jane gently.

The next instant she was shouting through the megaphone, an instrument
which she had seriously studied:

"Votes for women. Why do you torture women? Votes for women. Why do you
torture women?"

The uproar increased and subsided. A masterful voice resounded within the
interior. Many people rushed out of the hall. And there was a great scurry
of important and puzzled feet within a radius of a score of yards.

"I think I'll try the next window," said Jane, handing over the megaphone.
"You shout while I throw."

Audrey's heart was violently beating. She took the megaphone and