"Let us enter your Place of Talk." "But I am not a member, and we have no passes for the Strangers' Gallery," I expostulated.
"We shall not need any," he replied contemptuously.

"Lead on." Thus adjured, I crossed the road, Oro following me.

Looking round, to my horror I saw him right in the path of a motor-bus which seemed to go over him.
"There's an end to Oro," thought I to myself.

"Well, at any rate, I have got home." Next instant he was at my side quite undisturbed by the incident of the bus.

We came to a policeman at the door and I hesitated, expecting to be challenged.