Blackton himself, comfortably dressed in duck trousers and a smoking-jacket, and puffing on a pipe, opened the front door for him.

The pipe almost fell from his mouth when he saw his friend's excoriated face.
"What in the name of Heaven!" he gasped.
"An accident," explained Aldous, with a suggestive shrug of his shoulders.
"Blackton, I want you to do me another good turn.

Tell the ladies anything you can think of--something reasonable.

The truth is, I went through a window--a window with plenty of glass in it.

Now how the deuce can I explain going through a window like a gentleman ?" With folded arms, Blackton inspected him thoughtfully for a moment.
"You can't," he said.