The man himself was dressed like a dandy. His coat and trousers were of the very newest fashion. He wore a white waistcoat, drab gaiters, a gold watch and chain, a jewelled scarf pin, and a seal ring. From the top pocket of his coat protruded the finger tips of a pair of unworn red gloves.

“Yes,” continued Crookes, unfolding a brand-new pocket handkerchief as he spoke. “There are others⁠—who never know when they’ve got enough wheat.”

“Oh, you mean the ‘Unknown Bull.’ ”

“I mean the unknown damned fool,” returned Crookes placidly.