"Who's that?"
"Caspar."
"Ernest Caspar!" cried the Colonel. "The old Hammer-man!"
"No, his brother. Twice the man. Alfred—Mr. Trupp's chauffeur."
A few days later, when leaving the curate's lodgings, the Colonel ran up against Ernie in Church Street.
"Your brother's joined us," he said. "Are you going to?"
Ernie's charming face became sullen at once.
"I would, sir," he said. "Only for that."
"Only for what?"
"Alf."