"Newbury, this morning," replied D. "Reading, to-night."
"And the Midland lot?"
"Towcester, I think."
"If Hampden formally asks for protection for the oil store at Hanwood, after the miners' threat to burn it, what are you going to do?" asked A.
"I should suggest telling him to go and boil himself in it, since he has got it there," replied C.
"There will be no need to tell him anything but the bare fact, and that is that with twenty-five thousand turbulent colliers pouring into London and adding to the disaffected element already here, we cannot spare a single man," replied B.
"I quite agree with that," remarked D., drawing attention to his freshly-scarred cheek. "I had a tribute of the mob's affection as I came in this morning."
"That's your popularity," said C. "Your photograph is so much about that no one has any difficulty in recognising you. How do you get on in that way, B.?"
"I?" exclaimed B. with a startled look. "Oh, I always drive with the blinds down now."
"Are any extra military coming in before Friday?" asked A.