The man's appearance had not prepossessed Nathaniel, but at the sound of his voice he recognized that which had made him the prophet of men.

As the warm hand of the king clasped his own Captain Plum knew that he was in the presence of a master of human destinies, a man whose ponderous red-visaged body was simply the crude instrument through which spoke the marvelous spirit that had enslaved thousands to him, that had enthralled a state legislature and that had hypnotized a federal jury into giving him back his freedom when evidence smothered him in crime.

He felt himself sinking in the presence of this man and struggled fiercely to regain himself.

He withdrew his hand and straightened himself like a soldier.
"I have come to you with a grievance, Mr.Strang," he began.

"A grievance which I feel sure you will do your best to right.