Chapter I. Mr. Gammon breakfasts in Bed

Moggie, the general, knocked at Mr. Gammon‘s door, and was answered by a sleepy "Hallo?"

"Mrs. Bubb wants to know if you know what time it is, sir? ‘Cos it‘s half-past eight an‘ more."

"All right!" sounded cheerfully from within. "Any letters for me?"

"Yes, sir； a ‘eap."

"Bring ‘em up, and put ‘em under the door. And tell Mrs. Bubb I‘ll have breakfast in bed； you can put it down outside and shout. And I say, Moggie, ask somebody to run across and get me a ‘Police News‘ and ‘Clippings‘ and ‘The Kennel‘--understand? Two eggs, Moggie, and three rashers, toasted crisp--understand?"

As the girl turned to descend a voice called to her from another room on the same floor, a voice very distinctly feminine, rather shrill, and a trifle imperative.

"Moggie, I want my hot water-sharp!"

"It ain‘t nine yet, miss," answered Moggie in a tone of remonstrance.

"I know that--none of your cheek! If you come up

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