the Chop Suey had come to be a weekly affair.) 'Hold it over till they've all seen it.'
'Perhaps you're right,' he said. 'You might waste it.'
At dinner, then, Sir Thomas's letter was handed round. Bat seemed to be thinking of other matters, but Pallant was very interested.
'I've got an idea,' he said presently. 'Could you put something into The Bun to-morrow about foot-and-mouth disease in that fellow's herd?'
'Oh, plague if you like,' Ollyett replied. 'They're only five measly Shorthorns. I saw one lying down in the park. She'll serve as a substratum of fact.
'Then, do that; and hold the letter over meanwhile. I think I come in here,' said Pallant.
'Why?' said I.
'Because there's something coming up in the House about foot-and-mouth, and because he wrote me a letter after that little affair when he fined you. 'Took ten days to think it over. Here you are,' said Pallant. 'House of Commons paper, you see.'
We read:
Dear Pallant—Although in the past our paths have not lain much together, I am sure you will agree with me that on the floor of the House all members are on a footing of equality. I make bold, therefore, to approach you in a matter which I think capable of a very different interpretation from that which perhaps was put upon it by your friends. Will you let them know that that was the case and that I was in no way swayed by animus in the exercise of my magisterial duties, which
