it was in that very moment that the Enemy of Mankind was at work outside in the hall upon the easy material of Professor Higginson. It was in that very moment that the Green Overcoat was enclosing the body of the Philosopher, and was setting out on its adventures from Sir John Perkin's roof. Even as Mr, Brassington spoke these words the outer door slammed. Kirby, looking up, suddenly said—
"I say, they 're going! What about your train?"
"There 's plenty of time," said Brassington wearily, "it 's only twelve. Do listen to what I am saying."
"I 'm listening," said Kirby respectfully.
"Well," went on Mr. Brassington, "there 's the long and the short of it, I won't pay."
Mr. Kirby poked the fire.
"The thing to do," he said at last in a meditative sort of tone, "is to go down and give the young cubs Hell!"
"I don't understand you, Charles," said Mr. Brassington quietly; "I simply don't understand you. I was written to and I hope I replied with dignity. I was written to again, and I answered in a final manner. I will not pay."
