“Wouldn’t want you getting into any trouble,” Mason unable to refrain from adding, “— Spanish Inquisitors or whatever. . . .” “Indulge me, Sir, that word again was . . . ?” “Oh, for Heav’n’s sake, ‘Authorities,’ if you like, if that’s not too sectarian for you.” “I am not a fucking Jesuit, Mason. If Jesuits are manipulating me, then are we two Punches in a Droll-booth, Friend,— for as certainly would it be the East India Company who keep thee ever in Motion.”
