"Yes, I will," said Audrey curtly.

And Tommy's eyes glinted still more.

"And I shall get a doctor," said Audrey. "His arm may be broken."

"I should," Tommy concurred with gravity.

"Well, if it is, _I_ can't set it," said Miss Ingate quizzically. "I was
getting on so well with the high lights on that statue. I'll come along
back to the studio in about half an hour."

The fourth, who had been hovering near like a criminal magnetised by his
crime, bounded off furiously at the suggestion that he should stop a taxi
at the entrance to the gardens.

"I hope he has broken his arm and he can never play any more," thought
Audrey, astoundingly, as she and the fourth helped pale Musa into the open
taxi. "It will just serve those two right." She meant Miss Ingate and
Tommy.

No sooner did the taxi start than Musa began to cry. He did not seem to
care that he was in the midst of a busy street, with a piquant widow by his
side.



CHAPTER XIV

MISS INGATE POINTS OUT THE DOOR