"Precedent!" retorted Spizey. "Ain't never been done before--never! Haven't I been in the office I hold nigh on to forty years? Seen a many mayors, aldermen and common councillors come and go in my time. But never do I remember a Mayor coming here to this Moot Hall of a night, with books and papers--which is dangerous matters at any time, except in their proper place, such as my proclamations and the town dockyments--and sitting there for hours, doing--what?" Bunning shook his head. He was pulling steadily at his pipe as he listened, and he gazed meditatively at the smoke curling away from it and his pipe. "Well?" he said, after a pause. "And what do you make of it? You'll have some idea, I reckon, a man of your importance." Once more the Mace-Bearer looked round, and once more applied his forefinger to Bunning's waistline. His voice grew deep with confidence. "Mischief!" he whispered. "Mischief! That's what I make of it! He's up to something--something what'll be dangerous to the vested interests in this here ancient borough. Ain't he allus been one o' them Radicals--what wants to pull down everything that's made this here country what it is? Didn't he put in his last election address, when he was a candidate for the Council, for the Castle Ward, that he was all for retrenchment and reform? Didn't he say, when he was elected Mayor--by a majority of one vote!--that he intended to go thoroughly into the financial affairs of the town, and do away with a lot of expenses which in his opinion wasn't necessary? Oh, I've heard talk--men in high office, like me, hears a deal. Why, I've heard it said that he's been heard to say, in private, that it was high time to abolish me!" Bunning's mouth opened a little. He was a man of simple nature, and the picture of Hathelsborough without Spizey and his livery appalled him. "Bless me!" he exclaimed. "To be sure!" said Spizey. "It's beyond comprehension! To abolish me!--what, in a manner of speaking, has existed I don't know how long. I ain't a man--I'm a office! Who'd cry things that was lost--at that there Cross? Who'd pull the big bell on great occasions, and carry round the little 'un when there was proclamations to be made? Who'd walk in front o' the Mayor's procession, with the Mace--what was give to this here town by King Henry VII, his very self? Abolish me? Why, it's as bad as talking about abolishing the Bible!" "It's the age for that sort of thing," remarked Bunning. "I seen a deal of it in the Army. Abolished all sorts o' things, they have, there. I never seen no good come of it, neither. I'm all for keeping up the good old things--can't better 'em, in my opinion. And, as you say, that there mace of ours--'tis ancient!"