"What d'ya think this is, a music hall?"
"That guy with the mouth organ is a coward. No one would dare make a noise like that in public!"
"Let us in before we rip the panels out!"
"Shall we let 'em in?" Pole asked, grinning.
"I suppose we'll have to," Cateye muttered, "Or suffer the consequences."
Pole slipped the bolt and the fellows packed the room.
"Just as I surmised!" cried Oole, the first man in. "Pole and Potts, the inseparable noise makers! As a penalty I demand a duet!"
"You bet! A duet!" voiced the rest.
"What'll it be?" Pole queried, with an important air, "I can play anything you should choose to name, gentlemen."
"Let's hear you render, The Last Rose of Summer."