Many years ago it had seemed so to Bransome himself.

It was a post which he had deliberately coveted, worked for, and strived for.
And now, when in sight of the end, with two years of office only to run, he was appalled at the ever-growing responsibilities thrust upon his shoulders.

There was never, perhaps, a time when, on paper, things had seemed smoother, when the distant mutterings of disaster were less audible.

It was only those who were behind the curtain who realized how deceptive appearances were.
In a few minutes his secretary reappeared, ushering in Mr.James B.
Coulson.

Mr.Coulson was still a little pale from the effects of his crossing, and he wore a long, thick ulster to conceal the deficiencies of his attire.