"I know the man like nobody else does in the House. Once we were friends--before appeared the inevitable woman. I was his one confidant. We occupied the same house; we sat side by side, night after night, over the dinner-table, building the same castles in the air; but, as we laid our plans, and he waxed strong, the power to will and to achieve in this muddy, political life of England came also to me. Hence, while we quarrelled and hated like only one-time bosom companions can, we have ever carried on a terrific underground fight which has been all the more deadly because it was hidden. Few expected it; and none of the fools around me ever realised that a humble, insignificant member like myself was hugging the idea of the eventual overthrow of this wonderful strong man, who had risen up, phoenix-like, from the ashes of a dismembered and distrusted party in the State and had brought back to Parliament the misty legend of a leader who directed the attack by the sheer magic of his own inherent will. "But there!" added Mr Cooper-Nassington, suddenly changing his tone as, away in the distance, he caught the sound of rapidly approaching footsteps. "I am sure I don't know why I ramble on like this--to you. After all, those manuscripts are the real object of our expedition, aren't they? and in regard to them I suppose we have done the best that could be done in such a bewildering set of circumstances. You had better return now to the man who sent you and report to him all that has transpired since you fetched me out of the House. He will understand, particularly if you add two words to your narrative." "Yes," said I eagerly; "and what must those be?" "`In reparation,'" he returned, "`in reparation.'" And, signalling to a belated hansom, he held out his hand to me. "Good-night, Mr Glynn," he said; "I have trusted you to-night more than anybody else in my life. I can't tell you why, but I have, and I am sure you will not make use of anything I have said to my disadvantage. Doubtless, we shall meet again over this strange, wild quest. If we do--nay, whatever happens--remember I am your friend; but for your actual employer I repeat I have only one message, `in reparation!'" And, squeezing my hand, he sprang into the cab, crying to the driver: "Ashley Gardens." The next instant the cab had gone and I had started to find my way home on foot. Unfortunately, that was not destined to be the last of my adventures that night, although I was tired and worn by the stirring scenes I had passed through. I don't think Mr Cooper-Nassington had left me a minute before I was conscious of that ugly sensation of being followed. At first I tried to believe it was a mere phantom of my imagination-- that my nerves had got a trifle upset by the things which the hunchback had shown to us in the way of tricks that had been played upon him since he had obtained those manuscripts.