RECEIVES A REVELATION
Fully a week elapsed before Mr.Lavender recovered from the effects of the night which he had spent under his bed and again took his normal interest in the course of national affairs.That which at length tore him from his torpid condition and refixed his imagination was an article in one of, his journals on the League of Nations, which caused him suddenly to perceive that this was the most important subject of the day.
Carefully extracting the address of the society who had the matter in hand, he determined to go down forthwith and learn from their own lips how he could best induce everybody to join them in their noble undertaking.Shutting every window, therefore and locking Blink carefully into his study, he set forth and took the Tube to Charing Cross.
Arriving at the premises indicated he made his way in lifts and corridors till he came to the name of this great world undertaking upon the door of Room 443, and paused for a moment to recover from the astonishment he felt that the whole building at least was not occupied by the energies of such a prodigious association.
"Appearances, however, are deceptive," he thought; "and from a single grain of mustard-seed whole fields will flower." He knocked on the door, therefore, and receiving the reply, "Cub id," in a female voice, he entered a room where two young ladies with bad colds were feebly tapping type-writers.
"Can I see the President?" asked Mr.Lavender.
"Dot at the bobent," said one of the young ladies."Will the Secretary do?""Yes," replied Mr.Lavender "for I seek information."The young ladies indulged in secret confabulation, from which the perpetual word "He" alone escaped to Mr.Lavender's ears.
Then one of them slipped into an inner room, leaving behind her a powerful trail of eucalyptus.She came back almost directly, saying, "Go id."The room which Mr Lavender entered contained two persons, one seated at a bureau and the other pacing up and down and talking in a powerful bass voice.He paused, looked at Mr.Lavender from under bushy brows, and at once went on walking and talking, with a sort of added zest.