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The Mayor and Dr. Downie: . . . "That you are to be canonised at the close of the year along with Professors Hanky and Panky?" "I believe it is his Majesty's intention that the Professors and myself are to head the list of the Sunchild's Saints, but we have all of us got to . . . " And so on, and so on, buzz, buzz, buzz, over the whole table. Presently Yram turned to Hanky and said
I thought you were Professor Panky; if I had not taken you for one of the two persons named in your permit, I should have questioned you closely, and probably ended by throwing you into the Blue Pool." He shuddered as he said this. "But you knew who I was when you called me Panky in the temple?" "Quite so. My mother told me everything on Friday evening."
Then, turning to my father quickly, he said, "My man, allow me to have a look at your boots." "Nonsense, Panky, nonsense!" Now my father by this time was wondering whether he should not set upon these two men, kill them if he could, and make the best of his way back, but he had still a card to play. "Certainly, sir," said he, "but I should tell you that they are not my boots."
I cannot say whether or no Professor Panky was really deceived by the sweet effrontery with which my father proffered him the bone. If he was taken in, his answer was dictated simply by a donnish unwillingness to allow any one to be better informed on any subject than he was himself. My father, when I suggested this to him, would not hear of it.
Another quail, if you please, Mr. Ranger." My father brought up another bird almost directly. Silence while it was being eaten. "Talking of the Sunchild," said Panky; "did you ever see him?" "Never set eyes on him, and hope I never shall." And so on till the last bird was eaten. "Fellow," said Panky, "fetch some more wood; the fire is nearly dead."
George said to my father quietly "Do you know I begin to think that Zulora must be rather a nice person." "Perhaps," said my father grimly, "but my wife and I did not find it out." When the ladies left the room, Dr. Downie took Yram's seat, and Hanky Dr. Downie's; the Mayor took Mrs. Humdrum's, leaving my father, George, and Panky, in their old places. Almost immediately, Dr.
How could it be that when the means of resistance were so ample and so easy, the movement should nevertheless have been irresistible? For had it not been irresistible, was it to be believed that astute men like Hanky and Panky would have let themselves be drawn into it? What then had been its inner history?
Many other guests of less note were there, but the lions of the evening were the two Professors whom we have already met with, and more particularly Hanky, who took the Mayoress in to dinner. Panky, of course, wore his clothes reversed, as did Principal Crank and Professor Gabb; the others were dressed English fashion.
My father held his handkerchief to his face as he went through the passage and hall, but when the servant opened the door he took it down, for there was no Hanky or Panky no one, in fact, but a poor, wizened old man who had come, as he did every other Saturday afternoon, to wind up the Deformatory clocks.
He said, "Perhaps some of them might prove to be so, sir, under certain circumstances. I am a poor man, sir." "Come, come," said Hanky; and he slipped a sum equal to about half-a-crown into my father's hand. "I do not know what you mean, sir," said my father, "and if I did, half-a- crown would not be nearly enough." "Hanky," said Panky, "you must get this fellow to give you lessons."
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