Chapter 27

⁠​​​‌​​​​​​​​​‌‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌‌‌‌⁠The 13th of October (contd.)

The clock in the Council Chamber struck nine.

“Well,” said Lord Caterham, with a deep sigh. “Here they all are, just like little Bo Peep’s flock, back again and wagging their tails behind them.”

He looked sadly round the room.

“Organ grinder complete with monkey,” he murmured, fixing the Baron with his eye. “Nosy Parker of Throgmorton Street——”

⁠​​​‌​​​​​​​​​‌‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌‌‌‌⁠“I think you’re rather unkind