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en…round bout with Mr。 Wolmann。 There were; therefore; reasons why Cosy Moments should feel a claim on the Kid's services。
 〃He should;〃 continued Psmith; 〃if equipped in any degree with finer feelings; be bubbling over with gratitude towards us。 'But for Cosy Moments;' he should be saying to himself; 'where should I be? Among the also…rans。' I imagine that he will do any little thing we care to ask of him。 I suggest that we approach rade Brady; explain the facts of the case; and offer him at a fortable salary the post of fighting…editor of Cosy Moments。 His duties will be to sit in the room opening out of ours; girded as to the loins and full of martial spirit; and apply some of those half…scissor hooks of his to the persons of any who overe the opposition of rade Maloney。 We; meanwhile; will enjoy that leisure and freedom from interruption which is so essential to the artist。〃
 〃It's not a bad idea;〃 said Billy。
 〃It is about the soundest idea;〃 said Psmith; 〃that has ever been struck。 One of your newspaper friends shall supply us with tickets; and Friday night shall see us at the Highfield。〃
 
 CHAPTER XIV
 THE HIGHFIELD
 
 FAR up at the other end of the island; on the banks of the Harlem River; there stands the old warehouse which modern progress has converted into the Highfield Athletic and Gymnastic Club。 The imagination; stimulated by the title; conjures up a sort of National Sporting Club; with pictures on the walls; padding on the chairs; and a sea of white shirt…fronts from roof to floor。 But the Highfield differs in some respects from this fancy picture。 Indeed; it would be hard to find a respect in which it does not differ。 But these names are so misleading。 The title under which the Highfield used to be known till a few years back was 〃Swifty Bob's。〃 It was a good; honest title。 You knew what to expect; and if you attended seances at Swifty Bob's you left your gold watch and your little savings at home。 But a wave of anti…pugilistic feeling swept over the New York authorities。 Promoters of boxing contests found themselves; to their acute disgust; raided by the police。 The industry began to languish。 People avoided places where at any moment the festivities might be marred by an inrush of large men in blue uniforms armed with locust…sticks。
 And then some big…brained person suggested the club idea; which stands alone as an example of American dry humour。 There are now no boxing contests in New York。 Swifty Bob and his fellows would be shocked at the idea of such a thing。 All that happens now is exhibition sparring bouts between members of the club。 It is true that next day the papers very tactlessly report the friendly exhibition spar as if it had been quite a serious affair; but that is not the fault of Swifty Bob。
 Kid Brady; the chosen of Cosy Moments; was billed for a 〃ten…round exhibition contest;〃 to be the main event of the evening's entertainment。 No decisions are permitted at these clubs。 Unless a regrettable accident occurs; and one of the sparrers is knocked out; the verdict is left to the newspapers next day。 It is not unmon to find a man win easily in the World; draw in the American; and be badly beaten in the Evening Mail。 The system leads to a certain amount of confusion; but it has the merit of offering consolation to a much…smitten warrior。
 The best method of getting to the Highfield is by the Subway。 To see the Subway in its most characteristic mood one must travel on it during the rush…hour; when its patrons are packed into the carriages in one solid jam by muscular guards and policemen; shoving in a manner reminiscent of a Rugby football scrum。 When Psmith and Billy entered it on the Friday evening; it was paratively empty。 All the seats were occupied; but only a few of the straps and hardly any of the space reserved by law for the conductor alone。
 Conversation on the Subway is impossible。 The ingenious gentlemen who constructed it started with the object of making it noisy。 Not ordinarily noisy; like a ton of coal falling on to a sheet of tin; but really noisy。 So they fashioned the pillars of thin steel; and the sleepers of thin wood; and loosened all the nuts; and now a Subway train in motion suggests a prolonged dynamite explosion blended with the voice of some great cataract。
 Psmith; forced into temporary silence by this bination of noises; started to make up for lost time on arriving in the street once more。
 〃A thoroughly unpleasant neighbourhood;〃 he said; critically surveying the dark streets。 〃I fear me; rade Windsor; that we have been somewhat rash in venturing as far into the middle west as this。 If ever there was a blighted locality where low…browed desperadoes might be expected to spring with whoops of joy from every corner; this blighted locality is that blighted locality。 But we must carry on。 In which direction; should you say; does this arena lie?〃
 It had begun to rain as they left Billy's lodgings。 Psmith turned up the collar of his Burberry。
 〃We suffer much in the cause of Literature;〃 he said。 〃Let us inquire of this genial soul if he knows where the Highfield is。〃
 The pedestrian referred to proved to be going there himself。 They went on together; Psmith courteously offering views on the weather and forecasts of the success of Kid Brady in the approaching contest。
 Rattling on; he was alluding to the prominent part Cosy Moments had played in the affair; when a rough thrust from Windsor's elbow brought home to him his indiscretion。
 He stopped suddenly; wishing he had not said as much。 Their connection with that militant journal was not a thing even to be suggested to casual acquaintances; especially in such a particularly ill…lighted neighbourhood as that through which they were now passing。
 Their panion; however; who seemed to be a man of small speech; made no ment。 Psmith deftly turned the conversation back to the subject of the weather; and was deep in a parison of the respective climates of England and the United States; when they turned a corner and found themselves opposite a gloomy; barn…like building; over the door of which it was just possible to decipher in the darkness the words 〃Highfield Athletic and Gymnastic Club。〃
 The tickets which Billy Windsor had obtained from his newspaper friend were for one of the boxes。 These proved to be sort of sheep…pens of unpolished wood; each with four hard chairs in it。 The interior of the Highfield Athletic and Gymnastic Club was severely free from anything in the shape of luxury and ornament。 Along the four walls were raised benches in tiers。 On these were seated as tough…looking a collection of citizens as one might wish to see。 On chairs at the ring…side were the reporters; with tickers at their sides; by means of which they tapped details of each round through to their down…town offices; where write…up reporters were waiting to read off and elaborate the messages。 In the centre of the room; brilliantly lighted by half a dozen electric chandeliers; was the ring。
 There were preliminary bouts before the main event。 A burly gentleman in shirt…sleeves entered the ring; followed by two slim youths in fighting costume and a massive person in a red jersey; blue serge trousers; and yellow braces; who chewed gum with an abstracted air throughout the proceedings。
 The burly gentleman gave tongue in a voice that cleft the air like a cannon…ball。
 〃Ex…hib…it…i…on four…round bout between Patsy Milligan and Tommy Goodley; members of this club。 Patsy on my right; Tommy on my left。 Gentlemen will kindly stop smokin'。〃
 The audience did nothing of the sort。 Possibly they did not apply the description to themselves。 Possibly they considered the appeal a mere formula。 Somewhere in the background a gong sounded; and Patsy; from the right; stepped briskly forward to meet Tommy; approaching from the left。
 The contest was short but energetic。 At intervals the batants would cling affectionately to one another; and on these occasions the red…jerseyed man; still chewing gum and still wearing the same air of being lost in abstract thought; would split up the mass by the simple method of ploughing his way between the pair。 Towards the end of the first round Thomas; eluding a left swing; put Patrick 

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