"I've got the key, Tubby!" called out the same aggressively jovial voice.
"Right-oh!" responded the other. "D'you know this bally window's open?"
There was a grating in the lock.
"That's that old ass Smith again!" said the cheerful voice. "I told him to shut it."
Mr. Yard rose to his feet. If he had to be captured he would at least enjoy the memory of one really magnificent scrap. There was a sharp click, a bump, and then the door swung open.
"Hallo!" exclaimed the young man with the bag.
"Hallo!" returned Mr. Yard coolly.
The newcomer stared at him for a moment in amazement, and then, with a sudden smile, put down his bag and advanced towards him.
"Mr. Logan, I suppose," he said. "This is awfully good of you. I'd just made up my mind we should have to play one short."
He put out his hand, which Mr. Yard grasped and shook heartily.