Returning no answer for there was none she could give, she asked a question of routine and then, feeling like one over whom a whirlwind had swept, she went to the door. “Do you mind asking Mr. Gage to come?” The Chief’s reassumption of a formal tone helped her to a becoming exit. XIII Bennet Gage was a conspicuously able member of his race. Every pore of his body, every cell in his brain seemed to lust after “impressions.” He lived with his ear to the ground, listening to the pulse of the time. The price in the market of everything was filed for reference in a prehensile mind; the rate per ton for pig iron f. o. b. Sunderland, the exchange on Christiania, or the value of an early Degas, Mr. Gage could tell you offhand. And the information would be the soundest obtainable. Moreover, a man of judgment, Saul Hartz, who was almost incapable of a mistake in such matters, had a great belief in him. From the beginning he had been one of the directing minds at the back of the portentous organization whose secret aim was to dominate the world. “Well, Gage,” was the cheerful greeting of the Colossus, “all the morning journals have sung together.” “I hope, sir, you admired the _Planet_ leader.” The deference of Mr. Gage was touched ever so lightly with humor. With odd unexpectedness the Colossus loosed a sudden roar that almost shook Cosmos Alley to its foundations. “My compliments to dear old Dalling. He’s quite on his top notch this morning. A full four-ounce packet of desiccated Pecksniff. Enough to turn the stomach of a horse!” “Is to-day’s meeting at Hellington to be reported?” “If he is able to hold it, no,” was the prompt answer. “If he is not able to hold it, yes.” “And the book? Are we to review it?” “No. By the way, who are the publishers?” “Burberry and Walker.” “Refuse all their advertisements until further notice. Who is publishing it in New York?” “Ireson.” “When?” “The tenth of next month.” “They had better be stopped. I suppose they can be.” “Oh, yes,” Mr. Gage’s nod was conclusive. “Ireson is on the red list, fortunately.” “What an egotistical ass this fellow Endor must be.” The voice of Saul Hartz had declined suddenly to a whisper. “However, this young man is not the first dweller in fairyland who has committed hari-kari.” With a stealthy smile Mr. Gage agreed. “So much for that--for the moment,” said the Chief, with a little purr of satisfaction. “Now, for more important things. What are we featuring to-night?” “The attack on the British Consul at Peking.” The Colossus pursed his lips. “Must we issue an ultimatum to the Chinese Government?” “Yes. Give them forty-eight hours to apologize, or take the consequences.” “They’ll apologize, of course.”