But what did this sinister destructive activity mean? Nobody was entitled to interfere with property on which he, Alderman Machin, held an unexpired option! But was it the site? He perused the plan again with more care. Yes, there could be no doubt that it was the site. His eye roved round and he admitted the justice of the boast that an electric sign displayed at the southern front corner of the theatre would be visible from Piccadilly Circus, Lower Regent Street, Shaftesbury Avenue, etc., etc. He then observed a large notice-board, raised on posts above the hoardings, and read the following: SITE OF THE FIRST NEW THOUGHT CHURCH to be opened next Spring. Subscriptions invited. Rollo Wrissell: _Senior Trustee_. Ralph Alloyd: _Architect_. Dicks & Pato: _Builders_. The name of Rollo Wrissell seemed familiar to him, and after a few moments' searching he recalled that Rollo Wrissell was one of the trustees and executors of the late Lord Woldo, the other being the widow--and the mother of the new Lord Woldo. In addition to the lettering the notice-board held a graphic representation of the First New Thought Church as it would be when completed. "Well," said Edward Henry, not perhaps unjustifiably, "this really is a bit thick! Here I've got an option on a plot of land for building a theatre, and somebody else has taken it to put up a church!" He ventured inside the hoarding, and addressing the elegant young man asked: "You got anything to do with this, mister?" "Well," said the young man, smiling humorously, "I'm the architect. It's true that nobody ever pays any attention to an architect in these days." "Oh! You're Mr. Alloyd?" "I am." Mr. Alloyd had black hair, intensely black, changeful eyes, and the expressive mouth of an actor. "I thought they were going to build a theatre here," said Edward Henry. "I wish they had been!" said Mr. Alloyd. "I'd just like to design a theatre! But of course I shall never get the chance." "Why not?" "I know I shan't," Mr. Alloyd insisted with gloomy disgust. "Only obtained this job by sheer accident! ... You got any ideas about theatres?" "Well, I have," said Edward Henry. Mr. Alloyd turned on him with a sardonic and half-benevolent gleam. "And what are your ideas about theatres?"