"I'm going away for a bit," I said.

"Yes, sir."

"I don't know where. I'll send you the address, so that you can
forward letters."

"Yes, sir."

"And, if Mr. Ukridge calls again . . ."

At this point a thunderous knocking on the front door interrupted me.
Something seemed to tell me who was at the end of that knocker. I
heard Mrs. Medley's footsteps pass along the hall. There was the click
of the latch. A volume of sound rushed up the stairs.

"Is Mr. Garnet in? Where is he? Show me the old horse. Where is the
man of wrath? Exhibit the son of Belial."

There followed a violent crashing on the stairs, shaking the house.

"Garnet! Where are you, laddie? Garnet!! GARNET!!!!!"

Stanley Featherstonehaugh Ukridge was in my midst.



CHAPTER II

MR. AND MRS. S. F. UKRIDGE