"'Tis a clear case, then," said he, and dipped his pen.
"And yet," put in Mr.Caryll, in an indolent, musing voice, "it might be made to look as clear another way." Mr.Templeton scowled at him.

"The opportunity shall be afforded you," said he.

"Meanwhile--what is your name ?" Mr.Caryll looked whimsically at the secretary a moment; then flung his bomb.

"I am Justin Caryll, Sixth Earl of Ostermore, and your very humble servant, Mr.Secretary." The effect was ludicrous--from Mr.Caryll's point of view--and yet it was disappointing.

Five pairs of dilating eyes confronted him, five gaping mouths.