to call in at the club in the hope of finding his cousin. On entering the smoking-room he discovered Drewitt in the clutches of Sir Redman Bight, who was explaining to him in great detail why woman could never become a determining factor in political life.
In his cousin Drewitt saw the straw at which the drowning man is supposed to clutch. With a muttered apology to Sir Redman, he crossed to where Beresford stood.
"Richard," he said, as he reached his side, "if ever you require anything of me, even unto half my possessions, remind me of this moment."
Beresford led the way to the further corner of the room.
"The dental-chair, foot-and-mouth-disease, rabies, and universal suffrage, all have their place in life's chamber of horrors," murmured Drewitt, sinking into a chair, "but Sir Redman Bight" he broke off.
"Never mind about Bight," said Beresford.
"In this club," continued Drewitt, "every man seems to have a theory upon something or other. Only yesterday I was talking to Sir Damville Brackett, at least Sir Damville Brackett was talking to me, and as far as I could gather, his view appeared to be that the real cause of the present labour unrest is directly traceable to golf, and the fact that both players do not use the same ball as in footer. He really was quite interesting about it. But of yourself, Richard?"
Beresford proceeded to outline what had taken
