49/52 "I wish to goodness I could get you inside, so that you and I and Winterbotham could talk things over." Winterbotham was the Town Clerk. Sir Anthony cast an instinctive glance at his chauffeur, a little withered elderly man. I laughed and made a sign of dissent. When you have to be carried about, you shy at the prospect of little withered, elderly men as carriers. Besides-- "Unless it would lower Winterbotham's dignity or give him a cold in the head," said I, "why shouldn't he come out here ?" Sir Anthony crossed the pavement briskly, gave a message to the doorkeeper of the Town Hall, and returned to Hosea and myself. |