Mr. Locket emitted the safe assertion that this eminent statesman had been a striking figure in his day; then he added: "Have you been studying him?"
"I've been dipping into him."
"I'm afraid he's scarcely a question of the hour," said Mr. Locket, shuffling papers together.
"I think I could make him one," Peter Baron declared.
Mr. Locket stared again; he was unable to repress an unattenuated "You?"
"I have some new material," said the young man, colouring a little. "That often freshens up an old story."
"It buries it sometimes. It's often only another tombstone."
"That depends upon what it is. However," Peter added, "the documents I speak of would be a crushing monument."
Mr. Locket, hesitating, shot another glance under his glasses. "Do you allude to—a—revelations?"
"Very curious ones."
Mr. Locket, still on his feet, had kept his body at the bowing angle; it was therefore easy for him after an instant to bend a little further and to sink into his chair with a movement of his hand toward the seat Baron had occupied. Baron resumed possession of this convenience, and the conversation took a fresh start on a basis which such an extension of privilege could render but little less humiliating
