A week passed. Then the following conversation took place between young Jack Harkaway and his comrade Harry Girdwood.
"I say, old fellow, are you fond of music?"
"Well, it all depends what sort of music it is," Jack replied.
"What do you think of Figgins' instrumental performance?"
"Well, I think it's an awful row."
"So do I; but he doesn't seem to think so."
"No; he's always at it; all day long and half through the night; he'll blow himself inside his flute if he goes on at this rate. I consider it comes under the head of a nuisance."
"Most decidedly," said Jack, "and like other nuisances, must be put a stop to."
"All right: let's send for him at once."
Bogey was summoned and dispatched with a polite message from young Jack, that he would be glad to speak to him.