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the officer, stout defender of an infallible police force, was very reassuring.
    ‘For,’ as he argued to himself, ‘what is the use of frightening a man who is half scared to death already? If nothing happens, he will see I have spoken the truth, and if – if – well, he won’t be able to call me a liar.’
    Sir Philip was a constant source of interest to the detective, who must have shown his thoughts once or twice. For the Foreign Secretary, who was a remarkably shrewd man, intercepting a curious glance of the police officer, said sharply, ‘You wonder why I still go on with the Bill knowing the danger? Well, it will surprise you to learn that I do not know the danger, nor can I imagine it! I have never been conscious of physical pain in my life, and in spite of the fact that I have a weak heart, I have never had so much as a single ache. What death will be, what pangs or peace it may bring, I have no conception. I argue with Epictetus that the fear of death is by way of being an impertinent assumption of a knowledge of the hereafter, and that we have no reason to believe it is any worse condition than our present. I am not afraid to die – but I am afraid of dying.’
    ‘Quite so, sir,’ murmured the sympathetic but wholly uncomprehending detective, who had no mind for nice distinctions.
    ‘But,’ resumed the Minister – he was sitting in his study in Portland Place – ‘if I cannot imagine the exact process of dissolution, I can imagine and have experienced the result of breaking faith with the chancellories, and I have certainly no intention of laying up a store of future embarrassments for fear of something that may after all be comparatively trifling.’
    Which piece of reasoning will be sufficient to indicate what the Opposition of the hour was pleased to term ‘the tortuous mind of the right honourable gentleman’.
    And Superintendent Falmouth, listening with every indication of attention, yawned inwardly and wondered who Epictetus was.
    ‘I have taken all possible precautions, sir,’ said the detective in the pause that followed the recital of this creed. ‘I hope you won’t mind for a week or two being followed about by some of my men. I want you to allow two or three officers to remain in the house whilst you are here, and of course there will be quite a number on duty at the Foreign Office.’
    Sir Philip expressed his approval, and later, when he and the detective drove down to the House in a closed brougham, he understood why cyclists rode before and on either side of the carriage, and why two cabs followed the brougham into Palace Yard.
    At Notice Time, with a House sparsely filled, Sir Philip rose in his place and gave notice that he would move the second reading of the Aliens Extradition (Political Offences) Bill, on Tuesday week, or, to be exact, in ten days.
    * * *
    That evening Manfred met Gonsalez in North Tower Gardens and remarked on the fairy-like splendour of the Crystal Palace grounds by night.
    A Guards’ band was playing the overture to Tannhäuser , and the men talked music.
    Then –
    ‘What of Thery?’ asked Manfred.
    ‘Poiccart has him today; he is showing him the sights.’ They both laughed.
    ‘And you?’ asked Gonsalez.
    ‘I have had an interesting day; I met that delightfully naive detective in Green Park, who asked me what I thought of ourselves!’
    Gonsalez commented on the movement in G minor, and Manfred nodded his head, keeping time with the music.
    ‘Are we prepared?’ asked Leon quietly.
    Manfred still nodded and softly whistled the number. He stopped with the final crash of the band, and joined in the applause that greeted the musicians.
    ‘I have taken a place,’ he said, clapping his hands. ‘We had better come together.’
    ‘Is everything there?’
    Manfred looked at his companion with a twinkle in his eye.
    ‘Almost everything.’
    The band broke into the National Anthem, and the two men rose and uncovered.
    The throng about the bandstand