"H'm," reflected Essington, with a comical look.
"There's a lot of scaffolding at the bottom of St.
James's Street. Should we have it down to-night? Or
what do you say to a packet of dynamite in the two-
penny tube?"

The Baron sobered down a trifle.

"Ach, not so fast, not qvite so fast, dear Bonker.
Remember I must not get into troble at ze embassy."

"My dear fellow, that's your pull. Foreign diplomatists
are police-proof!"

"Ah, but my wife!"

"One stormy hour--then tears and forgiveness!"

The Baron lowered his voice.

"Her mozzer vill visit us next veek. I loff and respect
Lady Grillyer; but I should not like to have to ask her
for forgiveness."

"Yes, she has rather an uncompromising nose, so far
as I remember."

"It is a kind nose to her friends, Bonker," the Baron
explained, "but severe towards----"