And John Saunders was little more satisfactory.

Both of them allowed me to end in silence.

They both seemed to be thinking deeply.
"Well ?" I said, somewhat dashed, as one whose story has fallen down on an anti-climax.

Still no response.
"I must say you two are a great audience," I said presently, perhaps rather childishly nettled.
"What's happened to your imagination!" "It's a very serious matter," said John Saunders, and I realised that it was not my crony, but the Secretary to the Treasury of his Britannic Majesty's Government at Nassau that was talking.

As he spoke, he looked across at Charlie Webster, almost as if forgetting me.