"A dukedom!" shouted William. "Wait a bit—wait a bit—don't crowd on to my toes—you can see where you are. Now—they're turning towards——"
"Your Bully, the Champion Thinner-Out. They're handing him—don't shove——"
"Well—what?" screamed William.
"An Imperial Crown!" gasped James.
Reader, if you do not believe in William's theory, search your "Burke" for a physician qualified to sit in the House of Lords.
J. F. Sullivan.
