"He has forty thousand men at most," replied Weyrother, with the smile of a doctor to whom an old wife wishes to explain the treatment of a case.

"What a nice figure the policeman must have cut, my dear!" shouted the count, dying with laughter.

‘Perfectly well.’

Here Mrs. Chailey came in with a message.

“His initials being R. S. T., we call him Monk,” said Hirst.

‘Be careful, sir,’ said Ralph, looking steadily at him. ‘Let me have no drunken fooling here. Do you see this parcel?’