plunged forward helplessly, and came to the floor, involved in a light table as he fell. All the players were on their feet in an instant. Darragh assisted his guest to rise; Violet took an arm; Kato looked about the floor curiously, and Hulse—Hulse stared hard at Max and wondered what the thunder this portended.
"Clumsy, clumsy," murmured Carrados beneath his breath. "Forgive me, Miss Darragh."
"Oh, Mr. Carrados!" she exclaimed in genuine distress. "Aren't you really hurt?"
"Not a bit of it," he declared lightly. "Or at all events," he amended, bearing rather more heavily upon her support as he took a step, "nothing to speak of."
"Here is pencil," said Kuromi, picking one up from the polished floor. "You must have slipped on this."
"Stepping on a pencil is like that,” contributed Hulse wisely. “It acts as a kind of roller-skate."
"Please don't interrupt the game any more," pleaded the victim. "At the most, at the very worst, it is only—oh!—a negligible strain."
"I don't know that any strain, especially of the ankle, is negligible, Mr. Carrados," said Darragh with cunning foresight. "I think it perhaps ought to be seen to."
"A compress when I get back will be all that is required," maintained Carrados. "I should hate to break up the evening."
"Don't consider that for a moment," urged the host hospitably. "If you really think that it would be wiser in the end"
"Well, perhaps" assented the other, weakening in his resolution.
"Shall I 'phone up a taxi?" asked Violet.
"Thank you, if you would be so kind—or, no; perhaps my own car would be rather easier in the circum-
