“The House of Lords,” said Mr. Jacob King again, “appeal to the House of Lords.”
John Kosciusko protesting against the interference of Peers in Judicial Procedure.
That excellent and straightforward millionaire wondered if he had heard aright.
“What in Hell hez any durn Lord to do with it?”
Mr. Jacob King explained the technicality. How the words “House of Lords” in this connection meant no more than the supreme and last Court of Appeal composed of Judges and presided over by the Lord Chancellor of the day. He was free to add that it was a great monument to the political genius of the English people that they had preserved ... etc., etc. But his employer cut him short.
“Well, then, that’s more time and more money?”
“More time, certainly, yes,” said Mr. Jacob King thoughtfully. “You may say a year, or the best part of a year.”
“What!” shouted John K. Petre. “’Fore they begin? ’Fore those wind-artists begin?”