The press conference was called just in time to make the six o'clock newses, not in time for the reporters to gather any dissenting opinion. In the public areas of Parliament House, the last tourists are leaving. The sun sets. The lights come on.

Anon the minnow-bucket will emit 'batrachian' sobs.

We played cockalorum from one side of the street to the other.

In flashback, we see Dumont hire Verin to ghost-write some pacifistic essays for publication.