“Bygones are really bygones,” declared the Toff. “You and Kemp ought to swap ideas.”
“He’ll probably force his on me!” said Chumley, wryly. “And so,” said Rollison to Jolly, as they made their way homewards, “everything in the garden is lovely until Old Nick pops his head up again.”
Jolly smiled, benignly.
“If I may use the expression, sir, I think that when he does, Kemp will dot him one vigorously. Don’t you agree sir?”
The End