"Half-a-crown a week! What difference can it make?
Do you know what Boulding's put on one side for distribution to their shareholders last year ?--what they put to their reserve fund?
Why, it was a fortune!" A man from somewhere at the back of the hall climbed on to a seat to get a better view and suddenly pointed out Maraton to his neighbours.

A little murmur arose from the vicinity.

Some one mentioned his name.
The cry was taken up from the other side of the hall.
"Maraton!" "Maraton!" Maraton sat back, frowning.

The cries, however, became more insistent.
The occupants of the platform were leaning forward towards him.

The chairman rose In his feet and beckoned.