With a sudden impulse he wrung his hand.

"I don't care a damn!" said he.

"You are." Paul said, unsmiling: "I can face the music.

That's all." He drew a note from his pocket.

"Will you do me a final service?
Go round to the Conservative Club at once, and tell the meeting what has happened, and give this to Colonel Winwood." "With pleasure," said Wilson.
Then Paul shook hands with all his fellow-workers and thanked them in his courtly way, and, pleading for solitude, went through the door of the great chamber and, guided by an attendant, reached the exit in a side street where his car awaited him.