nt sat together at afternoon tea on the verandah of
Portsmouth Lodge. The Major was evidently nervous and uncomfortable.
The teaspoon tinkled in the saucer as he handed a cup to his friend,
and he forgot to help himself to a lump of sugar.

"I took Doyle quite the right way," said Meldon, "and I don't think
he'll sack Sabina. I should have been sorry if Sabina had got into
serious trouble--"

"What about the judge?" said the Major.

"I'm talking about Sabina Gallagher at present, I'll come to the judge
later on. As a matter of fact he's perfectly well able to look after
himself. Sabina isn't, and it is my practice--it ought to be yours,
Major, but of course it isn't--it is my practice to look after the poor
and helpless, especially when they happen to be women, before I do
anything for those who are rich and powerful. You, I regret to say, go
upon a different plan. Because Sabina happens to be a friendless
servant, with no one to take her part, you don't care a pin what
happens to her. You are interested only in this judge, who is well off
and has the whole force of the British constitution at his back if any
one attempts to do him any harm."

The Major accepted the rebuke meekly.

"I only meant," he said, "that I'd like to hear about the judge now I
know that Sabina is all right. And after all, J. J., the British
constitution isn't much use to a man when you are set on ragging him."

"Of course not," said Meldon. "In fact, the British constitution is a
greatly over-rated thing. It didn't save poor Lorimer from his
untimely end. It wouldn't save this judge if I had determined to make
him miserable. It won't save Simpkins when his time comes. However,
as things turn out, I don't want to harry the judge. There's no
particular point in it. I don't much mind now even if he goes back to
Doyle's hotel."

"He really left then?"

"Yes. Doyle was rather upset about it. It's a serious loss to him,
and I'm sorry it occurred, for it turns out now that it was quite
unnecessary. I couldn't possibly be expected to guess; but, as a
matter of fact, I needn't have worried about that judge at all. He
won't do us any harm. In fact, I expect he'll turn out to be a most
valuable ally. I shall see him to-morrow and try to enlist his
sympathies for our Simpkins plot. I expect he'll simply jump at it."

"I thought you said he'd gone."

"He has gone from the hotel, but not from Ballymoy. He's at present
stayin