[Both the Well-Informed Men inspect it with an air of critical sagacity.
First W. I. M. (after a prolonged pause). I don't see where your difficulty is. You just present this at the door.
Inquirer. Ah, I daresay!—but what door? That's what I want to know. The place looks as if it had about fifty thousand doors, you know. And then I believe, if you make any mistakes, they march you off, in two-twos, as a dynamiter, or a Socialist, or an agitator, or something. You know old Bonker. Well, he went there once with a black bag, in which he'd got some sandwiches and cake, and, just because he wouldn't open it, they made no end of a row, and shoved him in the Clock-tower, or something, until he apologised. I don't want any of those games, you know.
Average Man. Don't take a black bag then. They won't want to search your pockets.
Inquirer (relieved). Won't they? That's one comfort, at any rate. Do you think I ought to go in at the big entrance?
First W. I. M. Of course you ought. The others are only for Members.
Inquirer. Ah! And I suppose I ought to get there pretty early now that they've changed their hours. (With determination.) I'll go about half-past eleven.
[A pause. They read papers.
Inquirer (suddenly, with intense alarm). Oh, I say, look here, you chaps. Here's old Gladstone gone and suspended the Twelve o'Clock Rule. What does that mean?
Second W. I. M. It means that they start everything at twelve o'clock in the day.