You see, he retrieved his character by the aid given at the factory
fire, and you have forgiven him the murder of his uncle. Oh, and, by
the way, you wouldn't have to be _really_ shot at the rehearsals, you
know."

"That's fine!" said Percy. "When would you like me to start?"

"A week from now."

"Good. That will give me a nice opportunity to get fit, and to have
one last good time in case any unforeseen mishap should occur in the
course of rehearsal. Of course I see no reason whatever to anticipate
any accident, but they have been known to happen under circumstances
even more commonplace, if that were possible."

* * * * *

THE EVICTION OF AN ENEMY IN OUR MIDST.

[Illustration: BRITISH MATRON, IN A SPASM OF PATRIOTISM, DECIDES
TO GET RID OF HER GERMAN PIANO. MESSRS. DUGOUT AND CO. UNDERTAKE TO
REMOVE IT.]

[Illustration: "NOW, THEN, WHEN I SES, 'TO ME!'"]

[Illustration: "TO ME!"]

THE EVICTION OF AN ENEMY IN OUR MIDST.

[Illustration: "TO _YOU_! _FROM_ ME!"]