"Any
waitress taking away any apron or cap from the Parade Restaurant and Bar
will be fined one shilling." Farther on was another door, also ajar. Jane
Foley pushed against it, and a tiny room of irregular shape was disclosed.
In this room a stout woman in grey was counting a pile of newly laundered
caps and aprons, and putting them out of one hamper into another. Audrey
remembered seeing the woman at the counter of the restaurant and bar.

"The police are after us. They'll be here in a minute," said Jane Foley
simply.

"Oh!" exclaimed the woman in grey, with the carelessness of fatigue. "Are
you them stone-throwing lot? They've just been in to tell me about it.
What d'ye do it for?"

"We do it for you--amongst others," Jane Foley smiled.

"Nay! That ye don't!" said the woman positively. "I've got a vote for the
city council, and I want no more."

"Well, you don't want us to get caught, do you?"

"No, I don't know as I do. Ye look a couple o' bonny wenches."

"Let's have two caps and aprons, then," said Jane Foley smoothly. "We'll
pay the shilling fine." She laughed lightly. "And a bit more. If the police
get in here we shall have to struggle, you know, and they'll break the
place up."

Audrey produced another half-sovereign.

"But what shall ye do with yer hats and coats?" the woman demanded.

"Give them to you, of course."

The woman regarded the hats and coats.

"I couldn't get near them coats," she said. "And if I put on one o' them
there hats my old man 'ud rise from the grave--that he would. Still, I
don't wish ye any harm."

She shut and locked the door.

In about a minute two waitresses in aprons and streamered caps of
immaculate purity emerged from the secret places of the Parade Restaurant
and Bar, slipped round the end of the counter, and started with easy
indifference to saunter away into the grounds after the manner of
restaurant girls who have been gifted with half an hour off. The tabled
expanse in front of the Parade erection was busy with people, some sitting
at the tables and supporting the establishment, but many more merely taking
advantage of the pitch to observe all possible exciting developments of the
suffragette shindy.

And as the criminals were modestly getting clear, a loud and imperious
voice called:

"Hey!"

Audrey, lacking experience, hesitated.

"Hey there!"

They both turned, for the voice would not be denied. It belonged to a man
sitting with another man at a