"Getting you a throne from Angels," continued the Duke, "making you a King of Broker's men."
"Olejoe the First," said Hank.
"And you say won't!" said the three in indignant chorus.
That night there were sounds of revelry from 64, sounds that penetrated to 66 and caused Alicia some misgivings.
They crowned Olejoe with a massy crown, a-sparkle with rubies and diamonds and other glass ware. They sat him on a gilded throne, and placed a sceptre in his right hand, and a large tankard of beer in his left.
They sang "Olejoe's body lies a mouldering in the grave," triumphantly, and the resplendent figure in scarlet and gold thoroughly alarmed by the sinister refrain, rubbed his stubby chin at intervals and demanded earnestly that there should be no larks.
II
"Isn't it time that Tuppy made a move?" asked Sir Harry at breakfast. "He's been there four days now, and he ought to have made his presence felt."
"Tuppy's a bit of a slug," said Hal brutally, "he'll want a lot of boosting."
"I've been thinking," said his father, "of some plan whereby we could bring the fact of his being in the neighbourhood into greater prominence; now if it were summer time a garden party would be an excellent idea. We can't very well give a public reception to him—what about getting him to open a bazaar?"