“You may try to wriggle out of it now,” said Dr. O’Grady; “but you told me at the time that you were, and the other fellow, who says he’s a Member of Parliament, but looks like a commercial traveller, was mending a bicycle for a lady, who——”
“If these stories,” said Lord Manton, “are the sort which are likely to break up the happiness of two homes, I hope you won’t tell them. Mrs. Dick and Mrs. Sanders are outside, as well as Miss Farquharson, who is an aunt.”
“I don’t want to tell them,” said Dr. O’Grady. “I’d much rather keep them to myself. But I won’t have the Emperor pursued.”
“Sergeant,” said Mr. Goddard, “proceed with your evidence, leaving out all the part about my orders.”
“Why?” said Miss Blow. “Are you ashamed of your orders? What were they?”
“If you’ve anything to be ashamed of in the orders you gave, Goddard,” said Dr. O’Grady, “you’d better not have that story told either. I warn you fairly that if any attempt is made to molest the Emperor, I shall have those orders of yours, whatever they are, produced in court.”
“We might get on a little,” said Lord Manton, “if some one would tell us who the Emperor is.”
“He’s an anarchist,” said Mr. Sanders.
“An anti-military anarchist, a most dangerous man,” added Mr. Dick.