When they set out Solomon was dressed in fine shoes and brown wool stockings and drab trousers, a butternut jacket and blue coat, and a big, black three-cornered hat. His slouching gait and large body and weathered face and the variety of colors in his costume began at once to attract the attention of the crowd. A half-drunk harridan surveyed him, from top to toe, and made a profound bow as he passed. A number of small boys scurried along with them, curiously staring into the face of Solomon. "Ain't this like comin' into a savage tribe that ain't seen no civilized human bein' fer years?" "Wot is it?" a voice shouted. "'E's a blarsted bush w'acker from North Hamerica, 'e is," another answered. Jack stopped a cab and they got into it. "Show us some of the great buildings and land us in an hour at 10 Bloomsbury Square, East," he said. With a sense of relief they were whisked away in the stream of traffic. They passed the King's palace and the great town houses of the Duke of Bedford and Lord Balcarras, each of which was pointed out by the driver. Suddenly every vehicle near them stopped, while their male occupants sat with bared heads. Jack observed a curious procession on the sidewalk passing between two lines of halted people. "Hit's their Majesties!" the driver whispered under his breath. The King--a stout, red-nosed, blue-jowled man, with big, gray, staring eyes--was in a sedan chair surmounted by a crown. He was dressed in light cloth with silver buttons. Queen Charlotte, also in a chair, was dressed in lemon colored silk ornamented with brocaded flowers. The two were smiling and bowing as they passed. In a moment the procession entered a great gate. Then there was a crack of whips and the traffic resumed its hurried pace. "Hit's their Majesties, sir, goin' to a drawin'-room at Lord Rawdon's, sir," the driver explained as he drove on. "Did you see the unnatural look in his gray eyes?" said Jack, turning to Solomon. "Ayes! Kind o' skeered like! 'Twere a han'some yoke o' men totin' him--well broke, too, I guess. Pulled even an' nobody yellin' gee er haw er whoa hush." "You know it isn't proper for kings and queens to walk in public," Jack answered. Again Solomon had on his shooting face. With his left eye closed, he took deliberate aim with the other at the subject before them and thus discharged his impressions. "Uh huh! I suppose 'twouldn't do fer 'em to be like other folks so they have to have some extry pairs o' legs to kind o' put 'on when they go ou'doors. I wonder if they ain't obleeged to have an extry set o' brains fer public use." "They have quantities of 'em all made and furnished to order and stored in the court," said Jack. "His own mind is only for use in the private rooms." "I should think 'twould git out o' order," Solomon remarked. "It does. They say he's been as crazy as a loon."