It's his nerves that I am afraid of.

The reactionary gang, with that abusive brute Cheeseman at their head, insult him every night." "If he will insist on beginning a revolution!" murmured the Assistant Commissioner.
"The time has come, and he is the only man great enough for the work," protested the revolutionary Toodles, flaring up under the calm, speculative gaze of the Assistant Commissioner.

Somewhere in a corridor a distant bell tinkled urgently, and with devoted vigilance the young man pricked up his ears at the sound.

"He's ready to go now," he exclaimed in a whisper, snatched up his hat, and vanished from the room.
The Assistant Commissioner went out by another door in a less elastic manner.

Again he crossed the wide thoroughfare, walked along a narrow street, and re-entered hastily his own departmental buildings.