Montgomery laughed. "It is nothing, sir," said he.
"And you have a livid mark under your jaw. It is, indeed, terrible that my representative should be going about in so disreputable a condition. How did you receive these injuries?"
"Well, sir, as you know, there was a little glove-fight to-day over at Croxley."
"And you got mixed up with that brutal crowd?"
"I was rather mixed up with them."
"And who assaulted you?"
"One of the fighters."
"Which of them?"
"The Master of Croxley."
"Good heavens! Perhaps you interfered with him?"