High in the clock tower of the British Houses of Parliament, Big Ben pealed three changes. It was 3 :45 p. m., the hour when London businessmen lick their lips and wonder if the office boy will never come with the tea.
Earl Baldwin, thrice Prime Minister of Britain, weighed down with a crimson robe festooned with miniver, had to go thirsty. He was standing just outside the House of Lords fidgeting with a black cocked hat. waiting to be inducted. A thin stream of dignitaries trickled towards him—Sir Gerald Woods Wollaston, Garter...
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