The Writer looked at Sir Simon significantly, and spoke slowly and deliberately so that his words might have their full effect. "Lose no time in bringing an action against him for libel; as a defendant he will be off his pedestal,--and at a disadvantage." The Lord Mayor opened his eyes and whistled softly. "I never thought of that," he confessed; "and where does his horror of children come in?" "The chief witness for your side will be little Ridgwell," suggested the Writer quietly; "it will be something that Learned Bore doesn't understand, has never encountered, and will not know how to deal with, and of the two I know whose story will be believed, however fantastic it sounds. The child will be the one who will score, they always do in Court, and I think that Learned Bore will live to gnash such teeth as he hasn't had pulled, and employ the venom of his remaining fangs upon some one else." Sir Simon lay back in his chair and laughed heartily, and all his old good-humour seemed to be restored to him. "'Pon my word," he declared, "it is a capital idea of yours. How shall I commence the action?" "I'll find the man for you and get Vellum and Crackles, the solicitors, to instruct him at once on the case. His name is Mr. Gentle Gammon, K.C., a famous barrister. He was at school with me, and afterwards at Oxford. Why, Dad, you must remember him, he returned home once with me and spent the Christmas holidays with us at Lancaster Gate. Mum thought an awful lot of him." "I remember!" exclaimed Sir Simon excitedly; "meek manner, gentle voice, but the young devil always got his own way, I noticed, before any one even knew what he was after." "He gets his own way rather more now than he did then, if possible, and by the same means. He always wins his cases too." "Engage him," commanded Sir Simon, "engage him at once, my boy; and are you going to undertake to coach little Ridgwell?" "Little Ridgwell won't want any coaching," chuckled the Writer. "I only want little Ridgwell to appear in Court and talk to them about the Pleasant-Faced Lion as he talks to me, and I think it will be a refreshing and unusual experience for them all; and I firmly believe for the first time in his life Mr. Learned Bore will not be able to find anything to say." "It's very odd," remarked Sir Simon as he rose to take his departure, "really very odd that you should have mentioned that chap just now--what's his name--Ulysses; as far as I remember he was a very cunning person, uncannily cunning, and I'm afraid really quite underhand, so to speak, and sometimes deceitful in his methods; and do you know, my boy, you rather remind me of him, now I come to think of the matter." The Writer grinned affably. "And whilst we are upon this subject," pursued Sir Simon, "I should really like to know what explanation you gave to the policeman that night, that he considered so convincing and satisfactory." "Even Ulysses didn't reveal all his wisdom, Dad. Good-bye."