I consulted with Rupert Bailey. It seemed to me that Arthur Jukes was entitled to the verdict. Rupert, who, though an amiable and delightful companion, had always been one of Nature's fat-heads, could not see it. We had to go back to our principals and announce that we had been unable to agree.
"This is ridiculous," said Ralph Bingham. "We ought to have had a third judge."
At this moment, who should come out of the hotel but Amanda Trivett! A veritable goddess from the machine.
"It seems to me," I said, "that you would both be well advised to leave the decision to Miss Trivett. You could have no better referee."
"I'm game," said Arthur Jukes.
"Suits me," said Ralph Bingham.
"Why, whatever are you all doing here with your golf-clubs?" asked the girl, wonderingly.
"These two gentlemen," I explained, "have been playing a match, and a point has arisen on which the judges do not find themselves in agreement. We need an unbiased outside opinion, and we should like to put it up to you. The facts are as follows:..."
Amanda Trivett listened attentively, but, when I had finished, she shook her head.
"I'm afraid I don't know enough about the game to be able to decide a question like that," she said.