"Father's gone to Colchester in the car to see the Bishop," Audrey coldly
added.

"If I'd known he was going to Colchester I should have asked him for a
lift," said Miss Ingate, with determination.

"Oh, yes! He'd have taken _you!_" said Audrey, reserved. "I suppose you
had fine times in London!"

"Oh! It was vehy exciting! It was vehy exciting!" Miss Ingate agreed
loudly.

"Father wouldn't let me read about it in the paper," said Audrey, still
reserved. "He never will, you know. But I did!"

"Oh! But you didn't read about me playing the barrel organ all the way down
Regent Street, because that wasn't in any of the papers."

"You _didn't!_" Audrey protested, with a sudden dark smile.

"Yes, I did. Yes, I did. Yes, I did. And vehy tiring it was. Vehy tiring
indeed. It's quite an art to turn a barrel organ. If you don't keep going
perfectly even it makes the tune jerky. Oh! I know a bit about barrel
organs now. They smashed it all to pieces. Oh yes! All to pieces. I spoke
to the police. I said, 'Aren't you going to protect these ladies'
property?' But they didn't lift a finger."

"And weren't you arrested?"

"Me!" shrieked Miss Ingate. "Me arrested!" Then more quietly, in an assured