You could have no better referee."
"I'm game," said Arthur Jukes.
"Suits _me_," said Ralph Bingham.
"Why, whatever are you all doing here with your golf-clubs?" asked the
girl, wonderingly.
"These two gentlemen," I explained, "have been playing a match, and a
point has arisen on which the judges do not find themselves in
agreement. We need an unbiased outside opinion, and we should like to
put it up to you. The facts are as follows:..."
Amanda Trivett listened attentively, but, when I had finished, she
shook her head.
"I'm afraid I don't know enough about the game to be able to decide a
question like that," she said.
"Then we must consult St. Andrews," said Rupert Bailey.
"I'll tell you who might know," said Amanda Trivett, after a moment's
thought.
"Who is that?" I asked.
"My _fiance_. He has just come back from a golfing holiday. That's
why I'm in town this morning. I've been to meet him. He is very good at
golf. He won a medal at Little-Mudbury-in-the-Wold the day before he
left."
There was a tense silence. I had the delicacy not to look at Ralph or
Arthur.
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