They paused to read: _TRIUMPH OF THE CHANCELLOR_ _HUGE REDUCTION OF THE NATIONAL DEBT_ _TOTAL ABOLITION OF THE INCOME TAX_ They walked on.

Naida said nothing, although she shook her head a little sorrowfully.

Nigel glanced across the Square and down towards Westminster.
"They will shout themselves hoarse there this afternoon," he groaned.
For the first time she betrayed her knowledge of coming events.
"It is amazing," she whispered, "for the writing on the wall is already there.".