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unnecessary person following them in another caba task which； in the congested； slow…moving traffic； must have been a perfectly simple one。 Well； here he was； his soul manifestly all stirred up and his blood…pressure at a far higher figure than his doctor would have approved of； and the matter would have to be opened all over again。
〃Now then！〃 said the stout young man。
George regarded him with a critical and unfriendly eye。 He disliked this fatty degeneration excessively。 Looking him up and down； he could find no point about him that gave him the least pleasure； with the single exception of the state of his hat； in the side of which he was rejoiced to perceive there was a large and unshapely dent。
〃You thought you had shaken me off！ You thought you'd given me the slip！ Well； you're wrong！〃
George eyed him coldly。
〃I know what's the matter with you；〃 he said。 〃Someone's been feeding you meat。〃
The young man bubbled with fury。 His face turned a deeper scarlet。 He gesticulated。
〃You blackguard！ Where's my sister？〃
At this extraordinary remark the world rocked about George dizzily。 The words upset his entire diagnosis of the situation。 Until that moment he had looked upon this man as a Lothario； a pursuer of damsels。 That the other could possibly have any right on his side had never occurred to him。 He felt unmanned by the shock。 It seemed to cut the ground from under his feet。
〃Your sister！〃
〃You heard what I said。 Where is she？〃
George was still endeavouring to adjust his scattered faculties。 He felt foolish and apologetic。 He had imagined himself unassailably in the right； and it now appeared that he was in the wrong。
For a moment he was about to bee conciliatory。 Then the recollection of the girl's panic and her hints at some trouble which threatened herpresumably through the medium of this man； brother or no brotherchecked him。 He did not know what it was all about； but the one thing that did stand out clearly in the welter of confused happenings was the girl's need for his assistance。 Whatever might be the rights of the case； he was her acplice； and must behave as such。
〃I don't know what you're talking about；〃 he said。
The young man shook a large； gloved fist in his face。
〃You blackguard！〃
A rich； deep； soft； soothing voice slid into the heated scene like the Holy Grail sliding athwart a sunbeam。
〃What's all this？〃
A vast policeman had materialized from nowhere。 He stood beside them； a living statue of Vigilant Authority。 One thumb rested easily on his broad belt。 The fingers of the other hand caressed lightly a moustache that had caused more heart…burnings among the gentler sex than any other two moustaches in the C…division。 The eyes above the moustache were stern and questioning。
〃What's all this？〃
George liked policemen。 He knew the way to treat them。 His voice； when he replied； had precisely the correct note of respectful deference which the Force likes to hear。
〃I really couldn't say； officer；〃 he said； with just that air of having in a time of trouble found a kind elder brother to help him out of his difficulties which made the constable his ally on the spot。 〃I was standing here； when this man suddenly made his extraordinary attack on me。 I wish you would ask him to go away。〃
The policeman tapped the stout young man on the shoulder。
〃This won't do； you know！〃 he said austerely。 〃This sort o' thing won't do； 'ere； you know！〃
〃Take your hands off me！〃 snorted Percy。
A frown appeared on the Olympian brow。 Jove reached for his thunderbolts。
〃'Ullo！ 'Ullo！ 'Ullo！〃 he said in a shocked voice； as of a god defied by a mortal。 〃'Ullo！ 'Ullo！ 'Ul…lo！〃
His fingers fell on Percy's shoulder again； but this time not in a mere warning tap。 They rested where they fellin an iron clutch。
〃It won't do； you know；〃 he said。 〃This sort o' thing won't do！〃 Madness came upon the stout young man。 mon prudence and the lessons of a carefully…taught youth fell from him like a garment。 With an incoherent howl he wriggled round and punched the policeman smartly in the stomach。
〃Ho！〃 quoth the outraged officer； suddenly being human。 His left hand removed itself from the belt； and he got a businesslike grip on his adversary's collar。 〃Will you e along with me！〃
It was amazing。 The thing had happened in such an incredibly brief space of time。 One moment； it seemed to George； he was the centre of a nasty row in one of the most public spots in London； the next； the focus had shifted； he had ceased to matter； and the entire attention of the metropolis was focused on his late assailant； as； urged by the arm of the Law； he made that journey to Vine Street Police Station which so many a better man than he had trod。
George watched the pair as they moved up the Haymarket； followed by a growing and increasingly absorbed crowd； then he turned into the hotel。
〃This；〃 he said to himself； 〃is the middle of a perfect day！ And I thought London dull！〃
CHAPTER 5。
George awoke next morning with a misty sense that somehow the world had changed。 As the last remnants of sleep left him； he was aware of a vague excitement。 Then he sat up in bed with a jerk。 He had remembered that he was in love。
There was no doubt about it。 A curious happiness pervaded his entire being。 He felt young and active。 Everything was emphatically for the best in this best of all possible worlds。 The sun was shining。 Even the sound of someone in the street below whistling one of his old positions； of which he had heartily sickened twelve months before； was pleasant to his ears； and this in spite of the fact that the unseen whistler only touched the key in odd spots and had a poor memory for tunes。 George sprang lightly out of bed； and turned on the cold tap in the bathroom。 While he lathered his face for its morning shave he beamed at himself in the mirror。
It had e at last。 The Real Thing。
George had never been in love before。 Not really in love。 True； from the age of fifteen； he had been in varying degrees of intensity attracted sentimentally by the opposite sex。 Indeed； at that period of life of which Mr。 Booth Tarkington has written so searchinglythe age of seventeenhe had been in love with practically every female he met and with dozens whom he had only seen in the distance； but ripening years had mellowed his taste and robbed him of that fine romantic catholicity。 During the last five years women had found him more or less cold。 It was the nature of his profession that had largely brought about this cooling of the emotions。 To a man who； like George； has worked year in and year out at the position of musical edies； woman es to lose many of those attractive qualities which ensnare the ordinary male。 To George； of late years； it had begun to seem that the salient feature of woman as a sex was her disposition to kick。 For five years he had been wandering in a world of women； many of them beautiful； all of them superficially attractive； who had left no other impress on his memory except the vigour and frequency with which they had kicked。 Some had kicked about their musical numbers； some about their love…scenes； some had grumbled about their exit lines； others about the