Mr. Vivian Howard did not hesitate. “It is impossible to override your arguments, Mr. Bitt. I think we shall be doing right.”
Mr. Bitt concealed his immense joy. “I am convinced of it, Mr. Howard,” he said. “Convinced. The modern editor and the man of letters of your standing have enormous responsibilities.”
Impelled by the virtuous public duty they were performing, the two men silently grasped hands.
CHAPTER X.
A Perfectly Splendid Chapter.
Mr. Bitt turned to Bill; indicated the door behind which my poor George was wrestling in prayer. “The only difficulty is with that chap in there. He knows the cat is found! How can we—”
“If you will leave that to me, sir,” Bill told him, “I think I can arrange it without difficulty.”
“Or danger?” added Mr. Vivian Howard, who, standing for English literature, would not lightly imperil his integrity.