My Co-re. and I at lst cornered Them. "Something fit to print," we murmured. "News, Prospects, Stars—Wellington are clamouring-yes, we know you're busy—but for old "Smad's sake?"

They took counsel of Each other—"Shall I?" "No, you." We pretended not to notice. The One of Them refused to give Evidence.

"Any use our adopting a blackmailing attitude?" we asked sinister-like.

"No—I'll talk," shouted the Other of Them rapidly. "Er-well, dash it, you ought to know we've got the best team ever-you ought to know—" His voice trailed off as he caught our accusing glare. We made a threatening gesture.

"But seriously," said he, brightening, "I do think we have, perhaps not the best team ever, but a goodish team—yes, rather a goodish team."