CHAPTER XXVIII

There was general confusion and hubbub as the news was flashed around. The last green was crowded with loiterers from the Bar and smoking room. "The thing is ridiculous," Stephen declared. "I shall not, of course, take the Cup." "I am afraid, my dear sir," Mr. Doll protested, "that you have no alternative. Owing to the fact that there are fourteen scores tying for third place, I extracted from your brother a promise, for the purpose of allotting the sweep, that the Cup should go to the actual winner." "But I though…