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function, things were done as cheaply as possible. 

 Colonel Bingham lent his gardener; the Smith- 

 Jacksons lent the weedy-looking boy who rolled 

 their tennis lawn and cleaned their shoes; Miss 

 SUmon lent her housemaid, and the village car- 

 penter, fuming at heart, but constrained to please 

 his customers, lent his services — for nothing. 



Miss Grimshaw was to assist Miss Slimon at the 

 needlework stall. Mr Dashwood had already 

 lent his services; toihng all day vahantly in his 

 shirt-sleeves, naihng up green stuff on the walls, 

 tacking baize covers on the tables, even carrying 

 baskets of crockery ware and provisions; and to 

 such good effect that when, at ten o'clock at night, 

 they closed the doors and locked them everything 

 was in place and ready for the next day's orgie. 



" Look here," said IVIr Dashwood as they sat 

 at breakfast next morning. " Giveen got that 

 letter on the first, didn't he? Well, if he had been 

 up to any mischief he would have communicated 

 with Lewis at once. I bet my life he would have 

 telephoned to him. Well, this is the fifth. Three 

 days have gone and nothing has happened." 



" What's three days? " said French. " There 

 are ten days before the race, and I can't move the 

 horse to Epsom till the thirteenth, so that gives 

 them eight days to work in." 



"Does Giveen know Lewis's address in London? " 



" Faith, I don't know, but he can easily get it 

 from Lewis's baiHff, who must have been down 

 at Drumgool kicking his heels a week now." 



