"Who is going to do it?" "Why, Mr. Q." "Mr—What did you say the name was?" "Mr. Q." "Mr. Q! What a pack of boobies! They want to waste time." And his friend addressed him roughly. "Silence in the presence of Mr. Q! I admire that cat. Every courage, every virtue, every heroism, every sanctity he possesses! The plot is ripe, my friend. All will go well."