“Oh, ah! I see. And I’m supposed to have kissed her, am I?”
“Do you deny having done so?”
“Well, I must make quite sure before answering. There’s a note-book in the pocket of that jacket, if you’d pass it over.”
But Eliphalet picked up a pair of gloves and flung them into the leading-man’s face.
“Hey! Go easy! What’s that for?”
“It is a challenge.”
“A challenge, eh? To what?”
“To a duel.”
Harrington May threw back his head and laughed aloud, but for all that he scrutinised Eliphalet shrewdly from the corner of his eye.
“As the challenged party, it is your right to choose the weapons.”