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 he opened the door and she passed out with a nod and a smile.

"A concertina!" muttered Beresford, as he returned to his chair, "and what eyes."

He rang the bell, and when the waiter entered, ordered a double brandy. He felt chilled to the bone in spite of the fire. When the waiter returned he drank the brandy neat, shivering again violently.

"Oh, hang it!" he muttered angrily. "I'll go to bed."

Surely there never was so fantastic an ending to so fantastic a day. Wooing Pan with a concertina!

"She's mad," he muttered, "mad as a spinning dervish."