It was nearly one o'clock on Sunday morning when the car slid from the Fulham road into the street that leads to Fenton Street. When we pulled up, Bindle slipped out of Carruthers' overcoat and got down. As he said good-night to Sallie we heard him whisper:
"I never 'ad a day like this before, miss."
We continued on our way in silence. When Sallie dropped me into a passing taxi, Windover remarked:
"I hope I shall be dead when Democracy discovers all it has been denied."
I knew he was referring to Bindle's remark to Sallie.
THE END
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