"I sincerely trust and hope you benefit from it." The voice of the stranger was still very gentle. "Here it is."
Wham!!!
Basil Williams had withdrawn half a pace as he spoke. The distance and direction of his aim were calculated with loving fidelity. It was more than
fifteen minutes before Edwin Muskat returned to a knowledge of things mundane. When he did the throbbing anguish of a devastated proboscis made him wish, very heartily, that he could lapse into unconsciousness again.
But during that fifteen minutes things had been happening things that Edwin Muskat would have deplored deeply, but things which one less regenerate than he would have enjoyed immensely.
For a few brief seconds Mr. Muskat's six colleagues stared uncomprehending at the collapsed form on the pavement. For the mo
