After this Lord Kirkley replied. His remarks were not convincing, for he was hampered in dealing with the question by complete inability to understand where the men's grievance came in, and said so. The owners, he explained, tried to do the fair thing, and most of them did considerably more. Sick funds, pensions, benevolent schemes, and all that sort of thing, didn't they know? He quite admitted that an employer of labour had grave responsibilities and duties laid upon him, and he for one had always tried to live up to them. But hang it! surely an employer had the right to get rid of a couple of fellows who went about preaching anarchy and red revolution in all the public-houses in the district--what? He did not mind ordinary grousing. It did everybody good to blow off steam periodically: he did it himself. But there was grousing and grousing: and when it came to the sort of game that Messrs Conlin and Murton were playing, it was his lordship's opinion that a _ne plus ultra_ of thickness had been attained. The chairman concluded a somewhat colloquial address amid a deathly silence, and the deputation and the board glared uncomfortably at one another. An _impasse_ had been reached, it was clear. "It's all very well, gentlemen," broke in Killick suddenly, "for you aristocrats----" Lord Kirkley, who was not without a certain sense of proportion, glanced involuntarily at Mr Montague and then at Mr Killick. Did this omniscient and self-opinionated son of toil really see no moral difference between a Peer of the realm, with centuries of clean-bred ancestry behind him, and a man who wore diamond rings and elastic-sided boots? Mr Montague looked up, and regarded Mr Killick with something akin to affection. There was a sudden rumble underneath the windows, accompanied by the hoot of a motor-horn. The drama having run itself to a deadlock, the _deus_ had duly arrived--in his _machina_. CHAPTER THREE. THE WHEELS OF JUGGERNAUT. There was a dead silence, unbroken until Juggernaut entered the room. "Good-morning, gentlemen," he said briskly. "I am glad to see that the deputation has only just arrived." He turned to the clerk who had shown him in. "Andrews," he said, "bring chairs for these gentlemen, and then we can get to business." Chairs were brought, and the deputation, which had been balancing itself on alternate legs for nearly half an hour, sat down with an enhanced sense of comfort and importance to what they realised at once was to be the interview proper. Juggernaut took the seat at the middle of the table vacated by Lord Kirkley, and inquired-- "Has any one spoken yet?" Progress was reported by Mr Crisp.