'Is she Mrs Besant ?' 'YES,' said Robert recklessly.
The journalist passed through the gates just before they were shut.
He rushed off to Fleet Street, and his paper got out a new edition within half an hour.
MRS BESANT AND THEOSOPHY IMPERTINENT MIRACLE AT THE BRITISH MUSEUM.
People saw it in fat, black letters on the boards carried by the sellers of newspapers.

Some few people who had nothing better to do went down to the Museum on the tops of omnibuses.

But by the time they got there there was nothing to be seen.

For the Babylonian Queen had suddenly seen the closed gates, had felt the threat of them, and had said-- 'I wish we were in your house.' And, of course, instantly they were.
The Psammead was furious.
'Look here,' it said, 'they'll come after you, and they'll find ME.
There'll be a National Cage built for me at Westminster, and I shall have to work at politics.

Why wouldn't you leave the things in their places ?' 'What a temper you have, haven't you ?' said the Queen serenely.