CHAPTER VII


T. X. came from Downing Street at 11 o'clock one night, and his
heart was filled with joy and gratitude.

He swung his stick to the common danger of the public, but the
policeman on point duty at the end of the street, who saw him,
recognized and saluted him, did not think it fit to issue any
official warning.

He ran up the stairs to his office, and found Mansus reading the
evening paper.

"My poor, dumb beast," said T. X. "I am afraid I have kept you
waiting for a very long time, but tomorrow you and I will take a
little journey to Devonshire. It will be good for you, Mansus -
where did you get that ridiculous name, by the way!"

"M. or N.," replied Mansus, laconically.

"I repeat that there is the dawn of an intellect in you," said T.
X., offensively.

He became more serious as he took from a pocket inside his
waistcoat a long blue envelope containing the paper which had cost
him so much to secure.