Tuere are plenty of people, I suppose. who will think that the "back door diplomaty;" attacked by Mr. A. V. Alexander, is rather old-fashioned and childish. But how wrong. they are.
At the back door of No. 10, Dawning! Street, sinister cloaked figures are always arriving, and, for the past month or so, have been admitted by a remarkably ettraetive kitchen-maid.
Her lustrous, maddeningly scented, oar hair, and her slight foreign accent stamp her as something out of the ordinary. W You may be interested to know that a member of the staff, who reproved her for, undue" tatillarity with cloaked emissaties—kisses® Have been snatehed—was himself reproved' by' a secreta 4 "Since this young Woman Hat" een' of? dity at the back door," said' the secretary, "the Government's policy hes met' with success. But, of course, this is a' method" which you could not be expeeted: to appreciate."
"I see sir" said the other Hur: "High polities, eh'
"Precisely, And. with that the secretary, pausing only io chuck Blinka under the chin, retired" to resume his listening position—ear to the Key" hole—outside the conference room.
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