"No one who knows Maraton," he p.r.o.nounced, "could fail to trust him."
After that she asked no more questions. They worked steadily for another half hour or so. Messages were sometimes brought in to Aaron, which he summarily disposed of. Julia wondered at the new facility, the heart-whole eagerness which he devoted to every trifling matter.
Then, just as she was halfway through copying out a pile of figures, Maraton came in. He stood and watched them in the doorway, half amused, half surprised. For a moment she kept her head down. Then she looked up slowly.
"Since when," he asked, "have I been the proud possessor of two secretaries?"
"You left me letters enough for four, sir," Aaron reminded him. "I wanted to finish them all, so Julia stayed to help me."
Maraton came smiling towards them.
"Why, I am afraid I forgot," he said. "In America I used sometimes to have four typists working. You can"t possibly get out all those details by yourself, Aaron."
"We shall have finished this lot, anyhow, in an hour."
"You must get permanent help," Maraton insisted. "Leave off now, both of you. I want to talk to your sister. Do you know," he went on, turning towards her, "that I have scarcely seen anything of you since Manchester?"
"My work keeps me rather a prisoner," she explained, "and after these hot days one hasn"t much energy left."
"You are still working at the tailoring?"
She nodded.
"I like to be in the midst of it all, but this weather I am almost afraid I shan"t be able to go on. The atmosphere is hateful. It seems to draw all the life out of one."
He glanced over her shoulder at the work she had been doing.
"Why not come to me?" he suggested suddenly. "Aaron needs help. He can"t possibly do everything for himself. I have a thirst for information, you know. I want statistics on every possible subject.
There are seven or eight big corporations now, whose wages bill I want to compare with the interest they pay on capital. Aaron doesn"t have time even to answer the necessary letters. I am in disgrace all round.
Do come."
She was sitting quite still, looking at him. It would have been impossible for any one to have guessed that his words were like music to her.
"But there is my trade," she objected. "After all, I am useful there.
I keep in touch with the girls."
"You have finished with that," he argued. "You have done your work there. They all know who you are and what you are. You have lots of information which would be useful to me. Aaron must have some one to help him. Why not you? As for the rest, I can afford to pay two secretaries--you needn"t be afraid of that."
"I never thought of it," she a.s.sured him. "I shouldn"t want very much money."
"Leave that to me," he begged, "only accept. Is it a promise? Come, make it a promise and we will have an evening off. All day long I seem to have been moving in a strained atmosphere, talking to men who are only half in sympathy with me, talking to men who are civil because they have brains enough to see the truth. I want an hour or two of rest.
Aaron shall telephone to Gardner. I was to have dined with him at his club, but it is of no importance. He was dining there, anyhow, and the other places I was going to this evening don"t count. Telephone 1718 Westminster, Aaron, and say that Mr. Maraton is unable to keep his dinner engagement with Mr. Gardner and begs to be excused. Then we"ll all go out together. What do you say? I have found something almost like a roof garden. I"ll tell you all about New York."
Her face for a moment shone. Then she looked down at her gown. He laughed.
"You have done your day"s work and I"ve done mine," he remarked. "I dare say of the two, yours is the more worthy. We"ll go just as we are. Get rid of those people who are waiting, Aaron. I had a look at them. They are all the usual cla.s.s--cadgers."
"There is one gentleman whom you must see," Aaron declared. "I didn"t put him in the waiting-room--a Mr. Beldeman. He came to see you in Manchester."
"Beldeman!"
Maraton repeated the name. Then he smiled.
"A very sensational gentleman," he observed. "Came to offer me--but never mind, I told you about that. Yes, you"re right, Aaron. He is always interesting. Take your sister away for a few minutes. You can be getting ready. When I"ve finished with Mr. Beldeman, we"ll start out. I shan"t change a thing."
Mr. Beldeman entered the room, carrying his hat in his hand, unruffled by his long wait, to all appearance wearing the same clothes, the same smile, as on his visit to the hotel in Manchester. Maraton greeted him good-humouredly.
"Well, Mr. Beldeman," he began, "you see, I have made things all right for your syndicate of manufacturers, although I couldn"t accept your offer. Sit down. You won"t keep me long, will you? I have to go out.
Perhaps you are going to give me a little for my Lancashire operatives.
They can do with it. Strike pay over here is none too liberal, you know."
Mr. Beldeman laid down his hat. He blinked for a moment behind his gold spectacles.
"The Lancashire strike," he said softly, "is of very little service to my princ.i.p.als. As you know, it is more than that for which we were hoping."
Maraton nodded but made no remark.
"My princ.i.p.als," Mr. Beldeman continued, "have watched your career, Mr.
Maraton, for some time. They have studied eagerly your speeches and your writings, and when you arrived on this side they expected something more from you. They expected, in fact, the enunciation of a certain doctrine which you have already propounded with singular eloquence in other parts of the world. They expected to find it the text of your first words to Labour in this country. I refer, of course, to the universal strike."
"It was my great theory," Maraton admitted, suddenly grave. "I will not say even now that I have abandoned it. It is in abeyance."
"My princ.i.p.als," Mr. Beldeman remarked slowly, "would like it to take place."
Maraton smiled.
"Your princ.i.p.als, I presume," he said, "do not imagine that I am on the earth to gratify them, even though they did offer me--let me see, how much was it--a million pounds?"
"This time," Mr. Beldeman went on, "it is not a question of money."
"Not a question of money," Maraton repeated. "You don"t want to buy me?
What do you want to do, then?"
"We threaten," Mr. Beldeman p.r.o.nounced calmly.
Maraton for a moment seemed puzzled.
"Threaten," he murmured thoughtfully. "Come, do I understand you properly? Is it a.s.sa.s.sination, or anything of that sort, you"re talking about?" Beldeman shook his head.
"Those are methods for extreme cases," he said. "Yours is not an extreme case. We do not threaten you, Mr. Maraton, with death, but we do threaten you with the death of your reputation, the end of your career as a political power in this country, if you do not see your way clear to act as we desire."
Maraton stood, for a few seconds, perfectly still.
"You have courage, Mr. Beldeman," he remarked.
"Sir," Mr. Beldeman replied, "I have been as near death as most men.
That is why I occupy my present position. I am the special agent of the greatest political power in the world. When I choose to make use of my machinery, I can kill or spare, abduct, rob, ruin--what I choose. You I only threaten. I fancy that will be enough. We have our hold upon the press of this country."
Maraton walked to the door and back again.