"I don't know that my honour's questioned," he answered promptly. "Who questions it?"
"I do," retorted Parfitt.
"And I," added Newall.
Before Paul could answer, there was a knock on the door of the shed. It so startled Devey—a heavy, thick-set boy—that he over-balanced himself, and came with a crash on the box in which Plunger was hidden. Plunger had been so interested in the proceedings of the Fifth that he had lifted the lid in the slightest possible degree so that he might the better hear what was going on. When Devey came crashing on the box, Plunger thought for the moment that his head had gone from his shoulders. And then as Devey, not quite recovered from his fall, continued to sit upon the lid, he thought he would be suffocated.
Meanwhile Leveson went to the door, and demanded: "Who's there?"
"A Beetle," came the answer.
"A Beetle! What does he want?"
"He's got a challenge for the Fifth."
"A challenge for the Fifth! Oh, very kind of him!" Then, turning to Hasluck, "Shall I let him in?"
"Rather. Let's hear what the sport is."