When he comes he will do that raid of the pantechnicons the justice it deserves; he will picture the orderly evening scene about the Imperial Legislature in convincing detail, the coming and going of cabs and motor-cabs and broughams through the chill, damp evening into New Palace Yard, the reinforced but untroubled and unsuspecting police about the entries of those great buildings whose square and panelled Victorian Gothic streams up from the glare of the lamps into the murkiness of the night; Big Ben shining overhead, an unassailable beacon, and the incidental traffic of Westminster, cabs, carts, and glowing omnibuses going to and from the bridge. ’ ‘Well, sir? Who is “she”? Not my granddaughter, I take it. Though scarcely two hours past midnight, it was perfectly light. The twenty pounds burned with avidity. They talked lightly but confidentially until Sir John approached them with a slight frown upon his face.
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