“Andover,” answered Jack from the depths of the garde-robe. “Damn the fellow, where has he put my cloak?” This to the absent Jim, and not the Duke.

“Andover! Not⁠—surely not the Duke?” cried Mr. Beauleigh.

“I know of none other. At last!”

He emerged and tossed a heavy, many-caped coat on to the bed.

“Now, sir, your attention for one moment.”

He was buckling on his sword as he spoke, and not looking at the other man.