Mr.Fentolin watched the proceedings from his chair with an air of pleased and critical interest.
"Very well done, Meekins--very neatly done, indeed!" he exclaimed.

"As I was saying, Mr.Dunster," he continued, turning his chair, "our conversation has reached a point at which I think we may safely leave it for a time.

We will discuss these matters again.

Your pretext of a political mission is, of course, an absurd one, but fortunately you have fallen into good hands.

Take good care of Mr.Dunster, Meekins.