“I have removed it, sir, according to your orders,” replied Mr. Ferdinand, also displaying some uneasiness.
“Yes, yes. Where have you placed it?”
“Well, sir, I understood you to say I might throw it in Piccadilly, if I so wished.”
The Prophet suddenly displayed relief.
“I see. You have done so.”
“Well, no, sir.”
The Prophet’s face fell.
“Then where is it?”
“Well, sir, for the moment I have set it in the butler’s pantry.”
“Indeed!”