Pond was the official in charge of the job. Just now you are trying to prevent a letter being found. After a pause, Wotton added abruptly:What is worrying you, Pond? You cant see the paradox in your own remark. But Sir Hubert Wotton was having no more for the moment of Mr. It was curious you were able to corner Dyer like that, saidWotton. But you can see me in my resplendent and fashionable evening-dress,if you like. I fear, said Pond, without taking his head out of the fireplace,that its only just going to begin. It was while talking outside acafé with this second acquaintance, that Mr. Pond was the official in charge of the job. It has quite a festive sound, so near Christmas, said Mr. Of course, theres notmuch in that; he might have a fountain-pen or a pencil. I may look like a pantaloon, he said, but this will obviously bemore suitable to the Clown. It is comparatively little known, observed Gahagan, that Pondactually is an oyster. I tried to nail him to that piece of inconsequence; and hecompletely eluded me. Ialways noticed that the chief features in the pantomime had nothingto do with the story. Nobody was there but you and Dyer when I said I had phoned tostop all altered addresses. But you dontwant apologies or compensations; you want the letter. Perhaps I ought to have told youabout it before. The fire pictures, like the cloud pictures, went on Mr. I fancy many conspirators arereally chasing themselves into corners like that. He is like the Clown in Shakespeare, went on Gahagan withunchanged buoyancy. He builds up out of oysters the permanenttype or image. Pond bowed gravely and swallowed another oyster. But itwould do a great deal more than that. Ialways noticed that the chief features in the pantomime had nothingto do with the story. But he will agree that we are all bound to showparticular care in this case. Nobody could have been surprised at Dyer staring at the Clown. But where I was apriceless ass was when I looked at the suspect instead of lookingat the detective. But I feel as if he had fallen out of thesky like the snow. I fancy many conspirators arereally chasing themselves into corners like that. I tried to nail him to that piece of inconsequence; and hecompletely eluded me. He came up through a trapdoor, I suppose we must say, murmuredthe awestruck Mr. Pond digested another oyster with an unobtrusive gulp andcontinued: .
