trade from the Clyde to the Thames, if we thought it would do any good.
What's your text to-night, Mr. Maraton?"

"I haven't thought," Maraton replied. "I have plenty to say to the
people though."

"You gave 'em what for in Chicago," Preston remarked, with a grin.

"I haven't been used to mince words," Maraton admitted.

"There's four thousand policemen told off to look after you," Henneford
informed him. "By-the-bye, is it true that Dale and all of them are
coming up to-night?"

Maraton nodded.

"I wired for some of them," he assented. "So long as I am going to make
a definite pronouncement, they may as well hear it."

"Been spending the week-end with Foley, haven't you?" Preston enquired,
closing his eyes a little.

Maraton nodded. "Yes," he confessed, "I have been there."

"There are many that don't think much of Foley," Henneford remarked.
"Myself I am not sure what to make of him. I think he'd be a people's
man, right enough, if it wasn't for the Cabinet."

"I believe, in my heart," Maraton said, "that he is a people's man."