Daniel picked up a London newspaper and rattled it. "What a very odd thing for him to do, when Harley’s own Spleen, the Examiner, is jetting bile at Marlborough." This was Daniel’s delicate way of suggesting that Harley was only throwing money at Marlborough to create a distraction while he and his henchman Bolingbroke were up to something really reprehensible. Mr. Threader, however, took it at face value. "Mr. Jonathan Swift of the Examiner is a bull-terrier," he proclaimed, and favored the newspaper with what, by Mr. Threader’s standards, was a warm look. "Once he got his canines sunk in my lord Marlborough’s leg it was several years’ labor for my lord Oxford to pry those foaming jaws apart; never mind; Harley’s deeds speak louder than Swift’s words; those Whigs who would claim Marlborough’s virtues for their own, must now explain the matter of those ten thousand pounds."