LaHume was furious when Carter and I told him Wallace was a candidate for Kirkaldy's place.
"What do you mean by taking this step without consulting me?" he blustered.
"We have not employed this chap yet," Carter calmly responded. "Don't get excited, Percy, Wallace may not make good."
"But who knows who he is?" demanded LaHume. "He may be the rankest kind of an impostor."
"A golf impostor?" smiled Carter. "I never heard of one. We can get a line on him before he has played five holes."
"I don't mean that," growled LaHume. "What I mean is that we don't know anything about this fellow. He comes with no recommendations, and all that sort of thing."
"If he can play within five strokes of Kirkaldy, and teach Smith how to keep from slicing, that's recommendation enough," remarked Carter. "What have you against him, Percy?"
"I'll vote against him in the committee," hotly declared LaHume, "and if
I'm over-ruled I will appeal the matter to the club."
"Go as far as you like, my boy," drawled Carter, slowly adjusting his monocle and turning on his heel.
The news Kirkaldy had resigned and that "Bishop's hired man, Wallace," was to have a try out for his place spread rapidly, and created no end of comment and excitement. When it was rumoured that the Misses Harding, Ross, and Lawrence—the three acknowledged beauties of the club—were his sponsors the interest was vastly increased.