Mr. Earbrass has rashly been skimming through the early chapters, which he had not looked at for months, and now sees for what it is. Dreadful, , DREADFUL. He must be mad to go on enduring the unexquisite agony of writing when it all turns out drivel. Mad. Why did n't he become a spy? How does one become one? He will burn the MS. Why is there no fire? Why are n't there the makings of one? How did he get in the unused room on the third floor?