President Huerta: "Morituri te salutamus? I don't think."
A PENULTIMATUM.
President Huerta. "AMERICAN FLEET TO VISIT ME AND EXCHANGE COMPLIMENTS? WELL, IT'S NICE TO BE 'RECOGNISED,' ANYHOW."
EASY FRUIT.
He got in at Peterborough; I spotted him at once by the way he talked to the porter.
He sat down heavily and looked round the carriage for victims. I was doomed. The only other passenger in it had been asleep since Grantham.
I snatched up my paper and buried my head in it and shut my eyes. Ten seconds elapsed.