O, thanks--I'll jot it down--00400 Bank....
Goodnight! Too bad that this wretched affair should interfere with our crusade, which, the more I think of it, the stronger it appeals.

_Au revoir_, then." In reality, Forbes had not said one word about his peace propaganda, but he had evidently been quick to realize that Theydon was purposely giving their talk a twist in that direction.

A muttered "I understand--perfectly," showed this, and he did not strive to conceal the alarm which possessed him when Theydon spoke of the joss stick.

He murmured distinctly, "Great Heavens! Then I was not mistaken," and again voiced his distress on hearing of the letter.
But he made matters easy by pressing Theydon to come and see him on the morrow, either at his office in Old Broad Street or at his residence.

On the whole, Theydon did not care who heard what he had said, but it was a relief to find that he had to ring for readmission to No.