on to something else."

"Well, it's too hot for shop," Kendrick yawned. "I think I shall cut work
on Friday and have a long week-end at Sandwich."

"I have a good mind to do the same," his companion declared. "And as to
B. & I.'s there's money to be made out of them one way or the other, but
I shall advise my clients not to touch them.--Hullo, we're discovered!
Here's Sarah."

The young lady in question, escorted by a pink-complexioned, somewhat
bored-looking young man, who cheered up at the sight of the iced drinks,
greeted the two friends with a smile. She was attired in the smartest of
garden-party frocks, her brown eyes were clear and attractive, her
complexion freckled but pleasant, her mouth humorous, a suggestion which
was further carried out by her slightly retroussé nose. She seemed to
bring with her an agreeable atmosphere of wholesome things.

"You shall advise your clients not to touch what?" she enquired. "Are
there any tips going?"

Kendrick shook his head.

"You stick to the tips your clients slip into your hand, my dear young
lady," he advised, "and don't dabble in what you don't understand. The
Stock Exchange is a den of thieves, and Maurice here and I are two of the
worst examples."

Miss Sarah Baldwin made a little grimace.