"They've a cricket week next month, when this boy Crowley comes of age, and we've both got to go down and play."
"My son Crowley only just scraped into the eleven at Harrow, and HE'S going to play.
Raffles will tell you all about it, and Crowley shall write.
Nor was my annoyance lessened by a little meeting I witnessed between young Crowley and his father, who shrugged as he stopped and stooped to convey some information which made the young man look a little blank.
In the dining-room he and Crowley lit their cigarettes with the same match, and had their heads together all the time.
Crowley told me all about it after dinner, you see, and then I'd seen one of the men for myself this afternoon.
Miss Melhuish said pretty things to me that night at the great ball in honor of Viscount Crowley's majority; she also told me that was the night on which the robbers would assuredly make their raid, and was full of arch tremors when we sat out in the garden, though the entire premises were illuminated all night long.
At that my man ceased struggling; but I was still holding him when Crowley turned up the gas.
"Here's Lady Melrose's door open," said Crowley. "Lady Melrose!
"What made Mackenzie--Clephane--bolt?" young Crowley asked me.