Another had a scheme for clearing the streets of the people who get in the way.

He got into trouble about some perambulators.

Let me see your hands." They stopped at a lamp-post.
"They are large, which is an advantage," said the president, fingering Andrew's palms; "but are they supple ?" Andrew had thought very little about it, and he did not quite comprehend.
"The hands," explained the president, "are perhaps the best natural weapon; but, of course, there are different ways of doing it." The young Scotchman's brain, however, could not keep pace with his companion's words, and the president looked about him for an illustration.
They stopped at Gower Street station and glanced at the people coming out.
None of them was of much importance, but the president left them alone.
Andrew saw what he meant now, and could not but admire his forbearance.
They turned away, but just as they emerged into the blaze of Tottenham Court Road they ran into two men, warmly shaking hands with each other before they parted.

One of them wore an eye-glass.
"Chamberlain!" exclaimed the president, rushing after him.
"Did you recognise the other ?" said Andrew, panting at his heels.
"No! who was it ?" "Stead, of the 'Pall Mall Gazette.'" "Great God," cried the president, "two at a time!" He turned and ran back.

Then he stopped irresolutely.