Mr Pages perches on the corner of his black coral desk and drinks in your words. Decency evaluators pretend to be busy. Mr Pages' tone is light as he replies.

'So, the fellow wishes to encroachiate with our infernal neighbours? That's hardly our concern. You see, myself and my brethareagues are fully occupied with the maintenance of tradement. Foreign policy is hardly our bailiwick. But you have shown yourself to be a faithful and capable agent. Perhaps we shall have recoursement to call upon your servilitude in due course. In the meantime, do take these little tomelings...'