"I'll give them for nix," returned Harry Girdwood, gaily.
"Out with it."
"I was wondering whether, while you are all blaming the poor consul, he has ever received your letters."
"What, the four?"
"Yes."
"Of course."
"I don't see it."
"But, my dear fellow, consider. One may have miscarried—or two—but hang it! all four can't have gone wrong."
"Of course not," said Mole, with the air of a man who puts a final stop to all arguments.
"There I beg leave to differ with you all."