The arrest of this person by a vigilant policeman and Roland's dive
into a taxicab occurred simultaneously. Roland was blushing all over.
His head was in a whirl. He took the evening paper handed in through
the window of the cab quite mechanically, and it was only the strong
exhortations of the vendor which eventually induced him to pay for it.
This he did with a sovereign, and the cab drove off.

He was just thinking of going to bed several hours later, when it
occurred to him that he had not read his paper. He glanced at the first
page. The middle column was devoted to a really capitally written
account of the proceedings at Bow Street consequent upon the arrest of
six men who, it was alleged, had caused a crowd to collect to the
disturbance of the peace by parading the Strand in the undress of Zulu
warriors, shouting in unison the words "Wah! Wah! Wah! Buy 'Squibs.'"

* * * * *

Young Mr. Petheram greeted Roland with a joyous enthusiasm which the
hound Argus, on the return of Ulysses, might have equalled but could
scarcely have surpassed.

It seemed to be Mr. Petheram's considered opinion that God was in His
Heaven and all was right with the world. Roland's attempts to correct
this belief fell on deaf ears.

"Have I seen the advertisements?" he cried, echoing his editor's first
question. "I've seen nothing else."

"There!" said Mr. Petheram proudly.