"I don't mean in the Borgia way. Not any Catherine de Medici tricks. No, merely in a London restaurant. Out shopping the other day she had lunch in one of those West End places and she's been ill ever since. A dish of curry. Well, I'm going to have those people's blood, and incidentally some money too, I hope."
"I wish you joy of the experience," I said.
"I know all about that," he replied dismally; "but it's got to be done. And I'm going through with it."
"You'll stick at nothing?" I said.
"Nothing," he replied. "If necessary—"
"I know," I said.
"What?"
"If necessary you'll take it to the House of Lords."
"Yes; but how did you know?"
"I guessed it," I replied; "but you'll be horribly congested there."