common offence at that time, for most of the normal occupations of
the citizens had been prohibited, and they mooned about the
highways in a state of listless discontent. But then, farther down
the channel of the street, he saw something that caught his eye. A
group of people were marching with flags and signs toward the
railway station. SATURDAY SCHOOL PICNIC TO SOUSE TEMPLE, he read
on a banner. He noticed that in spite of all the laws against
smiling in public, these people bore a look of suppressed
merriment. They were obviously out for a good time. A sudden
thought struck him.

That afternoon, in impenetrable disguise, the Bishop paid his
first visit to the Temple of Dunraven Bleak.

The next morning, when his subordinates came to see him about the
final plans for his departure, they were horrified to find him
sitting at his desk wearing in the recesses of his beard what
would have been called (on any other man) a smile.

"I have changed my mind," he said. "I am not going away."

They cried out in amazement, and pointed out to him how sorely in
need of relaxation he was.

"I am planning relaxation," he said, and that was all they could
get out of him.

Later in the day a confidential messenger was dispatched to the
private printing press of the Chuff Organization, bearing the text
of a poster which was found broadcast over the whole country a few