"As far as his safety is concerned," suggested the host with an expression of compassion, "I think that we can ensure that here against any irregular force. And certainly it would be the last place in which they would think of looking for him. For the night, at least, you had better leave him in our charge." "Thank you," said Tirrel; "it is very good of you. I will. Of course," he added, as he turned away, "we shall have to assume his acquiescence to any arrangement we may reach. Unofficially I can guarantee it." They seated themselves round the large table, Sir John and his private secretary occupying one end, the plenipotentiaries ranging around the other three sides. As they took their places Mr Drugget and another member were announced. They did not appear to have been expected, but they found seats among their colleagues. The Home Secretary sat apart, cowering in an easy-chair, and stretching out his hands timorously from time to time to meet the radiant heat of the great oil stove. The composition of the meeting was not quite the same as that of the deputation which had paved the way to it earlier in the day. It was more official, for the action of the deputation had forced the hand of the Cabinet--to the relief of the majority of that body, it was whispered. But there was one notable Minister absent. "I represent the Premier," announced Mr Drugget, rising. "If his attendance in person can be dispensed with, he begged to be excused." "I offer no objection," replied Hampden. "If in the exceptional circumstances the Prime Minister should desire to see me privately, I will meet him elsewhere." "The Premier is indisposed, I regret to say." "In that case I would wait upon him at his own house, should he desire it," proffered Sir John. "I will convey to him your offer," replied Mr Drugget. "In the meantime I am authorised to subscribe Mr Strummery's acquiescence to the terms, subject to one modification." "One word first, please," interposed Sir John. "I must repeat what I had already said before you arrived. I am unable just now to consult my colleagues, in concert with whom the Memorandum was drafted. If it is necessary to refer back on any important detail----" Mr Tubes half rose from his chair with a pitiable look of terror in his eyes and gave a low cry as a turbulent murmur from some distant street reached his ears. "It's all right, comrade," said Cecil Brown reassuringly. "You're safe enough here, Jim." "Aye, aye," whispered Tubes fearfully; "but did you hear that shout?--'To the lamp-post!' They fling it at me from every crowd. It haunts me. That is what I--I--yes, that is what I fear." "No good arguing," muttered Tirrel across the table. "Leave him to himself; there's nothing else to be done just now."