only have ended one way: in physical damage to three idle gentlemen of wealth and pleasure.

“A summons, hey?” scoffed Tomlin. “Your queen values her rank, I think.” A dangerous gleam crept into Milo’s eyes, and Pearse detected it in time. “Venner,” he said quietly, “you cannot let this adventure pass. Here’s every element of sport held up to us. Let us obey this command, and get at least a thrill out of this humdrum cruise.”

Venner was thinking of many things, and his mind needed little making up. He had never lost sight of those pearls of Pascherette’s; his eye could not be deceived; they were priceless. And Pearse had not failed to notice the green jade skull-charm that depended from Milo’s columnar neck, a jade