'Where have I seen that face before?' said a voice. Tony Graham looked up from his bag.      'Hullo, Allen,' he said, 'what the dickens are you up here for?'      'I was rather thinking of doing a little boxing. If you've no objection, of course.'     'But you ought to be on a bed of sickness, and that sort of thing. I heard you'd crocked yourself.'      'So I did. Nothing much, though. Trod on myself during a game of fives, and twisted my ankle a bit.'      'In for the middles, of course?'      'Yes.'      'So am I.'      'Yes, so I saw in the Sportsman. It says you weigh eleven-three.'