"Let me see," he said, "if I have it right." He extended a hand and ticked off points upon his fingers.

"The Sleeper has been asleep--" "Changed," said the old man.
"Perhaps.

And meanwhile the Sleeper's property grew in the hands of Twelve Trustees, until it swallowed up nearly all the great ownership of the world.

The Twelve Trustees--by virtue of this property have become masters of the world.

Because they are the paying power--just as the old English Parliament used to be--" "Eh!" said the old man.