High Life"--is proceeding, a group of would-be auditors has
collected, waiting with the patience of respectable Peris for
a chance of admission to the forensic Paradise within. The
Paradise, at present, is full to overflowing, and the doors
are guarded by a couple of particularly stern and stolid
attendants. Each Peri is trying to wear out the endurance
of the rest, and to propitiate the doorkeepers by exemplary
behaviour._

[Illustration: No--but look _here_. I _know_ the Criminals.]

_A Meek Man_ (_to Doorkeeper, after standing in hopeful silence for
three-quarters of an hour_). I suppose there'll be a chance of getting
in presently, eh?

_The Doorkeeper_ (_placidly_). None whatever, Sir.

_The M.M._ But they'll be rising for luncheon in an hour or so, and
some will be coming out then, surely?

_Doork._ Not many; them as _are_ in stays in, mostly.

_The M.M._ (_with a sudden recollection that he is acquainted with one
of the Counsel engaged in the case_). Couldn't you take in my card to
Mr. TANFIELD? I'm sure he'll do anything he could for me.

[_The rest regard him with extreme disfavour, as one guilty of
unsportsmanlike behaviour._

_Doork._ It won't be no use--there ain't room in there as it is for a