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Bolton, the Solicitor, ‘but I can’t help feeling you were rather indiscreet to give particulars to the Press as you did. Yes, I know we were agreed that you should have a free hand to deal with the matter as you wished, but somehow I did not think you would have been quite so – what shall I say? – candid.’
    ‘My discretion in the matter, Sir George, is not a subject that I care to discuss,’ replied Ramon stiffly.
    Later, as he walked across Palace Yard with the youthful-looking Chancellor, Mr Solicitor-General, smarting under the rebuff, said, a propos of nothing, ‘Silly old ass.’ And the youthful guardian of Britain’s finances smiled.
    ‘If the truth be told,’ he said, ‘Ramon is in a most awful funk. The story of the Four Just Men is in all the clubs, and a man I met at the Carlton at lunch has rather convinced me that there is really something to be feared. He was quite serious about it – he’s just returned from South America and has seen some of the work done by these men.’
    ‘What was that?’
    ‘A president or something of one of these rotten little republics . . . about eight months ago – you’ll see it in the list . . . They hanged him . . . most extraordinary thing in the world. They took him out of bed in the middle of the night, gagged him, blindfolded him, carried him to the public jail, gained admission, and hanged him on the public gallows – and escaped!’
    Mr Solicitor saw the difficulties of such proceedings, and was about to ask for further information when an under-secretary button holed the Chancellor and bore him off. ‘Absurd,’ muttered Mr Solicitor crossly.
    There were cheers for the Secretary for Foreign Affairs as his brougham swept through the crowd that lined the approaches to the House. He was in no wise exalted, for popularity was not a possession he craved. He knew instinctively that the cheers were called forth by the public’s appreciation of his peril; and the knowledge chilled and irritated him. He would have liked to think that the people scoffed at the existence of this mysterious four – it would have given him some peace of mind had he been able to think ‘the people have rejected the idea.’
    For although popularity or unpopularity was outside his scheme of essentials, yet he had an unswerving faith in the brute instincts of the mob. He was surrounded in the lobby of the House with a crowd of eager men of his party, some quizzical, some anxious, all clamouring for the latest information – all slightly in fear of the acid-tongued Minister.
    ‘Look here, Sir Philip – ’ it was the stout, tactless member for West Brondesbury – ‘what is all this we hear about threatenin’ letters? Surely you’re not goin’ to take notice of things of that sort – why, I get two or three every day of my life.’
    The Minister strode impatiently away from the group, but Tester – the member – caught his arm.
    ‘Look here – ’ he began.
    ‘Go to the devil,’ said the Foreign Secretary plainly, and walked quickly to his room.
    ‘Beastly temper that man’s got, to be sure,’ said the honourable member despairingly. ‘Fact is, old Ramon’s in a blue funk. The idea of making a song about threatenin’ letters! Why, I get – ’
    A group of men in the members’ smokeroom discussed the question of the Just Four in a perfectly unoriginal way.
    ‘It’s too ridiculous for words,’ said one oracularly. ‘Here are four men, a mythical four, arrayed against all the forces and established agencies of the most civilised nation on earth.’
    ‘Except Germany,’ interrupted Scott, MP, wisely.
    ‘Oh, leave Germany out of it for goodness’ sake,’ begged the first speaker tartly. ‘I do wish, Scott, we could discuss a subject in which the superiority of German institutions could not be introduced.’
    ‘Impossible,’ said the cheerful Scott, flinging loose the reins of his hobby horse: ‘remember that in steel and iron alone the production per