34/45 Sir, let us remember that whosoever maketh himself a king speaketh against Caesar. Stop, Look, Listen!" Hardly a man in the hall so dull that this did not penetrate! Dan had given to his last words a weird, mournful intonation whose effect was startling. He jumped lightly to the floor and was in his seat before the deep boom of his voice had ceased reverberating. Then instantly it seemed that the seventeen hundred delegates had been multiplied by ten, and that every man had become a raving lunatic. This was Bassett's defiance--Bassett, who had gone fishing, but not before planting this mine for the confusion of Thatcher. |