There was a hansom standing at the door and Major Clutterbuck stepped into it.
"Look ye here, Girdlestone," he said, as the latter stood looking sulkily up and down the street. "You should learn a lesson from this. Never attack a man unless you're sure that he's unarmed. You may git shot, if you do."
Ezra continued to stare gloomily into vacancy and took no notice of his late companion's remark.
"Another thing," said the major. "You must niver take it for granted that every man you mate is as great a blackgaird as yourself."
The young merchant gave him a malignant glance from his dark eyes and was turning to go, but the gentleman in the cab stretched out his hand to detain him.
"One more lesson," he said. "Never funk a pistol unless you are sure there's a carthridge inside. Mine hadn't. Drive on, cabby!" With which parting shot the gallant major rattled away down Piccadilly with a fixed determination never again to leave his rooms without a few of Eley's No 4 central fires in his pocket.