As soon as the Professors had signed the second depositions, George said, “I have not yet held up my hands, but I will hold them up if Mrs. Humdrum and Dr. Downie will approve of what I propose.  Their compromise does not go far enough, for swear as we may, it is sure to get noised abroad, with the usual exaggerations, that the Sunchild has been here, and that he has been spirited away either by us, or by the sun his father.  For one person whom we know of as having identified him, there will be five, of whom we know nothing, and whom we cannot square.  Reports will reach the King sooner or later, and I shall be sent for.  Meanwhile the Professors will be living in fear of intrigue on my part, and I, however unreasonably, shall fear the like on theirs.  This should not be.  I mean, therefore, on the day following my return from escorting the prisoner, to set out for the capital, see the King, and make a clean breast of the whole matter.  To this end I must have the nuggets, the prisoner’s kit, his receipt, Professor Hanky’s handkerchief, and, of course, the two depositions just sworn to by the Professors.  I hope and think that the King will pardon us all round; but whatever he may do I shall tell him everything.”

Hanky was up in arms at once.  “Sheer madness,” he exclaimed.  Yram and the Mayor looked anxious; Dr. Downie eyed George as though he were some curious creature, which he heard of but had never seen, and was rather disposed to like.  Mrs. Humdrum nodded her head approvingly.

“Quite right, George,” said she, “tell his Majesty everything.”

Dr. Downie then said, “Your son, Mayoress, is a very sensible fellow.  I will go with him, and with the Professors—­for they had better come too:  each will hear what the other says, and we will tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth.  I am, as you know, a persona grata at Court; I will say that I advised your son’s action.  The King has liked him ever since he was a boy, and I am not much afraid about what he will do.  In public, no doubt we had better hush things up, but in private the King must be told.”

Hanky fought hard for some time, but George told him that it did not matter whether he agreed or no.  “You can come,” he said, “or stop away, just as you please.  If you come, you can hear and speak; if you do not, you will not hear, but these two depositions will speak for you.  Please yourself.”

“Very well,” he said at last, “I suppose we had better go.”

Every one having now understood what his or her part was to be, Yram said they had better shake hands all round and take a couple of hours’ rest before getting ready for the banquet.  George said that the Professors did not shake hands with him very cordially, but the farce was gone through.  When the hand-shaking was over, Dr. Downie and Mrs. Humdrum left the house, and the Professors retired grumpily to their own room.