CHAPTER V.
On the following Tuesday Andrew met the president by appointment at the Marble Arch.
Until he had received his final instructions he was pledged not to begin, and he had passed these two intervening days staring at his empty fireplace.
They shook hands silently and passed into the Park.

The president was always thoughtful in a crowd.
"In such a gathering as this," said Andrew, pointing an imaginary pistol at a lecturer on Socialism, "you could hardly go wrong to let fly." "You must not speak like that," the president said gently, "or we shall soon lose you.

Your remark, however, opens the way for what I have to say.

You have never expressed any curiosity as to your possible fate.
I hope this is not because you under-estimate the risks.

If the authorities saw you 'letting fly' as you term it, promiscuously, or even at a given object, they would treat you as no better than a malefactor." "I thought that all out yesterday," said Andrew, "and I am amazed at the society's success in escaping detection." "I feared this," said the president.