CHAPTER XIII. TONY IN TOWN
Day followed day, and Tony Butler heard nothing from the Minister. He went down each morning to Downing Street, and interrogated the austere doorkeeper, till at length there grew up between that grim official and himself a state of feeling little short of hatred.
“No letter?” would say Tony.
“Look in the rack,” was the answer.
“Is this sort of thing usual?”
“What sort of thing?”
“The getting no reply for a week or eight days?”
“I should say it is very usual with certain people.”
“What do you mean by certain people?”
“Well, the people that don't have answers to the letters, nor ain't likely to have them.”