He addressed the letter carefully, and went himself and put it in the post-office.
By this time Sir Richard Arden was awaiting him at home in his drawing-room, and as he walked homeward, under the lamps, in inward pain, one might have moralised with Peter Pindar—
“These fleas have other fleas to bite 'em
And so on ad infinitum.”
The secret tyrant had in his turn found a secret tyrant, not less cruel perhaps, but more ignoble.
“You made your visit?” asked Mr. Longcluse.
“Yes.”
“Anything to report?”
“Absolutely nothing.”
A silence followed.