`Small！Isit？I’mgladtohearthat。Butit’sapityyoudidn’tkeepaway，then。Thisfighttakesitoutofhimfrightfully。Theman’sgettingexhausted。Ifeelitbythewayheleansonmyarmaswewalkover。And，Isay，ishesafeinthestreets？Mullinshasbeenmarchinghismenupherethisafternoon。There’saconstablestuckbyeverylamp—post，andeverysecondpersonwemeetbetweenthisandPalaceYardisanobvioustec。Itwillgetonhisnervespresently。Isay，theseforeignscoundrelsaren’tlikelytothrowsomethingathim—arethey？Itwouldbeanationalcalamity。Thecountrycan’tsparehim。’
`Nottomentionyourself。Heleansonyourarm，’suggestedtheAssistantCommissioner，soberly。`Youwouldbothgo。’
`Itwouldbeaneasywayforayoungmantogodownintohistory。NotsomanyBritishMinistershavebeenassassinatedastomakeitaminorincident。Butseriouslynow——’
`Iamafraidthatifyouwanttogodownintohistoryyou’llhavetodosomethingforit。Seriously，there’snodangerwhateverforbothofyoubutfromoverwork。’
ThesympatheticToodleswelcomedthisopeningforachuckle。