I think he'd be a people's man, right enough, if it wasn't for the Cabinet." "I believe, in my heart," Maraton said, "that he is a people's man." They sped on through deserted spaces, past smoke-stained factories, across cobbled streets, past a wilderness of small houses, grimy, everywhere repellent.

Soon they entered Manchester by the back way and pulled up presently at a small and unimposing hotel.
"We've taken a room for you here," Henneford announced.

"It's close to the hall, and it's quiet and clean enough.

The big hotels I doubt whether you'd ever be able to get out of, when once they found where you were." "As a matter of fact," Preston added, "there's a room taken in your name at the Midland, to put folks off a bit.

We'll have to smuggle you out here if there's any trouble to-night.