I met them turning a corner.
Unfortunately, they seemed to have found it necessary to crawl through a broken gap of some sort. They were very dusty and had a slightly shredded appearance.
"Ah, Mr. Jones," they said grimly, dusting each other off.
A tremendous crash announced the falling in of the roof of the State Library.
"Well," said the thin Commissioner, "he did say it was revolutionary."
I smiled politely.
"Don't giggle, Mr. Jones, or we'll hold you in contempt."
We wound out of the maze in single file. A pattering behind us announced Lood bringing up the rear.
Once we were out, and about two hundred yards ahead of the advancing walls, patios and houses, the three Commissioners turned on me.
"Mr. Jones," they said with restraint. "You will now stop this reckless building project."