"No, I'm putting in a blameless evening here."
"He's playing enormous billiards, Waldron," declared Motyer. "I suppose you've been keeping him at it. He's come on miles."
"He didn't learn with me, anyway. It's not once in a blue moon that he plays at North Hill. But if he's come on, so much the better."
They played, but Raymond's form had deserted him. Waldron was much better than the average amateur and now he gave Raymond fifty in two hundred and beat him by as much. They dined together presently, and Job Legg, who often lent a hand at 'The Tiger' on moments of extra pressure, waited upon them.
"How's your uncle, Job?" asked Arthur Waldron, who was familiar with Mr. Legg, and not seldom visited 'The Seven Stars,' when Estelle came with him to Bridport.
"He's a goner, sir. I'm off to the funeral on Monday."
"Hope the will was all right?"
"Quite all right, sir, thank you, sir."
"Then you'll leave, no doubt, and what will Missis Northover do then?"
Legg smiled.