There's a constable stuck by every lamp-post, and every second person we meet between this and Palace Yard is an obvious 'tec.' It will get on his nerves presently.

I say, these foreign scoundrels aren't likely to throw something at him--are they?
It would be a national calamity.

The country can't spare him." "Not to mention yourself.

He leans on your arm," suggested the Assistant Commissioner soberly.

"You would both go." "It would be an easy way for a young man to go down into history?
Not so many British Ministers have been assassinated as to make it a minor incident.