Blithers confidently. "They are not
likely to throw rocks at the goose that lays the golden egg." If he
had paused to think, he would not have uttered such a careless
indictment. The time would come when she was to remind him of his
thoughtless admission, omitting, however, any reference to the golden
egg.
The crowd was big, immobile, surly. It lined the sidewalks in the
vicinity of the station and stared with curious, half-closed eyes at
the portly capitalist and his party, which, by the way, was rendered
somewhat imposing in size by augmentation in the shape of lawyers
from Paris and London, clerks and stenographers from the Paris
office, and four plain clothes men who were to see to it that Midas
wasn't blown to smithereens by envious anarchists; to say nothing of
a lady's maid, a valet, a private secretary and a doctor. (Mr.
Blithers always went prepared for the worst.)
He was somewhat amazed and disgruntled by the absence of silk-hat
ambassadors from the Castle, with words of welcome for him on his
arrival. There was a plentiful supply of policemen but no cabinet
ministers.
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