"Been drinking, Robert?" his master enquired.
The man smiled mirthlessly.
"I am quite sober, sir," he answered, "but I should be glad to go at once. It would be better for both of us."
"What have you against me?" Julian asked, puzzled.
"The lives of my two boys," was the fierce reply. "Fred"s gone now--died in hospital last night. It was you who talked them into soldiering."
Julian"s manner changed at once, and his tone became kinder.
"You are very foolish to blame anybody, Robert. Your sons did their duty. If they hadn"t joined up when they did, they would have had to join as conscripts later on."
"Their duty!" Robert repeated, with smothered scorn. "Their duty to a squirming nest of cowardly politicians--begging your pardon, sir. Why, the whole Government isn"t worth the blood of one of them!"
"I am sorry about Fred," Julian said sympathetically. "All the same, Robert, you must try and pull yourself together."
The man groaned.
"Pull myself together!" he said angrily. "Mr. Orden, sir, I"m trying to keep respectful, but it"s a hard thing. I"ve been reading the evening papers. There"s an article, signed "Paul Fiske", in the Pall Mall. They tell me that you"re Paul Fiske. You"re for peace, it seems--for peace with the German Emperor and his b.l.o.o.d.y crew."
"I am in favour of peace on certain terms, at the earliest possible moment," Julian admitted.
"That"s where you"ve sold us, then--sold us all!" Robert declared fiercely. "My boys died believing they were fighting for men who would keep their word. The war was to go on till victory was won.. They died happily, believing that those who had spoken for England would keep their word. You"re very soft-hearted in that article, sir, about the living. Did you think, when you sat down to write it, about the dead?--about that wilderness of white crosses out in France? You"re proposing in cold blood to let those devils stay on their own dunghill."
"It is a very large question, Robert," Julian reminded him. "The war is fast reaching a period of mutual exhaustion."
The man threw all restraint to the winds.
"Claptrap!" was his angry reply. "You wealthy people want your fleshpots again. We"ve a few more million men, haven"t we? America has a few more millions?"
"Your own loss, Robert, has made you--and quite naturally, too--very bitter," his master said gently. "You must let those who have thought this matter out come to a decision upon it. Beyond a certain point, the manhood of the world must be conserved."
"That sounds just like fine talk to me, sir, and no more; the sort of stuff that"s printed in articles and that no one takes much stock of.
Words were plain enough when we started out to fight this war. We were going to crush the German military spirit and not leave off fighting until we"d done it. There was nothing said then about conserving millions of men. It was to be fought out to the end, whatever it cost."
"And you were once a pacifist!"
"Pacifist!" the man repeated pa.s.sionately. "Every human being with common sense was a pacifist when the war started."
"But the war was forced upon us," Julian reminded him. "You can"t deny that."
"No one wishes to, sir. It was forced upon us all right, but who made it necessary? Why, our rotten government for the last twenty years!
Our politicians, Mr. Julian, that are prating now of peace before their job"s done! Do you think that if we"d paid our insurance like men and been prepared, this war would ever have come? Not it! We asked for trouble, and we got it in the neck. If we make peace now, we"ll be a German colony in twenty years, thanks to Mr. Stenson and you and the rest of them. A man can be a pacifist all right until his head has been punched. Afterwards, there"s another name for him. Is there anything more I can get you to-night before I leave, sir?"
"Nothing, thanks. I"m sorry about Fred."
Julian, conscious of an intense weariness, undressed and went to bed very soon after the man"s departure. He was already in his first doze when he awoke suddenly with a start. He sat up and listened. The sound which had disturbed him was repeated,--a quiet but insistent ringing of the front-door bell. He glanced at his watch. It was barely midnight, but unusually late for a visitor. Once more the bell rang, and this time he remembered that Robert slept out, and that he was alone in the flat.
He thrust his feet into slippers, wrapped his dressing gown around him, and made his way to the front door.
Julian"s only idea had been that this might be some messenger from the Council. To his amazement he found himself confronted by Catherine.
"Close the door," she begged. "Come into your sitting room."
She pushed past him and he obeyed, still dumb with surprise and the shock of his sudden awakening. Catherine herself seemed unaware of his unusual costume, reckless of the hour and the strangeness of her visit.
She wore a long chinchilla coat, covering her from head to foot, and a mantilla veil about her head, which partially obscured her features.
As soon as she raised it, he knew that great things had happened. Her cheeks were the colour of ivory, and her eyes unnaturally distended. Her tone was steady but full of repressed pa.s.sion.
"Julian," she cried, "we have been deceived--tricked! I have come to you for help. Are the telegrams sent out yet?"
"They go at eight o"clock in the morning," he replied.
"Thank G.o.d we are in time to stop them!"
Julian looked at her for a moment, utterly incredulous.
"Stop them?" he repeated. "But how can we? Stenson has declared war."
"Thank heaven for that!" she exclaimed, her voice trembling. "Julian, the whole thing is an accursed plot. The German Socialists have never increased their strength except in their own imaginations. They are absolutely powerless. This is the most cunning scheme of the whole war.
Freistner has simply been the tool of the militarists. They encouraged him to put forward these proposals and to communicate with Nicholas Fenn. When the armistice has been declared and negotiations begun, the three signatures will be repudiated. The peace they mean to impose is one of their own dictation, and in the meantime we shall have created a cataclysm here. The war will never start again. All the Allies will be at a discord."
"How have you found this out?" Julian gasped.
"From one of Germany"s chief friends in England. He is high up in the diplomatic service of--of a neutral country, but he has been working for Germany ever since the commencement of the war. He has been helping in this. He has seen me often with Nicholas Fenn, and he believes that I am behind the scenes, too. He believes that I know the truth, and that I am working for Germany. He is absolutely to be relied upon. Every word that I am telling you is the truth."
"What about Fenn?" Julian demanded breathlessly.
"Nicholas Fenn has had a hundred thousand pounds of German money within the last few months," she replied. "He is one of the foulest traitors who ever breathed. Freistner"s first few letters were genuine enough, but for the last six weeks he has been imprisoned in a German fortress--and Fenn knows it."
"Have you any proof of all this?" Julian asked. "Remember we have the Council to face, and they are all girt for battle."
"Yes, I have proof," she answered, "indirect but d.a.m.ning enough.
This man has sometimes forwarded and collected for me letters from connections of mine in Germany. He handed me one to-night from a distant cousin. You know him by name General Geroldberg. The first two pages are personal. Read what he says towards the end," she added, pa.s.sing it on to Julian.
Julian turned up the lamp and read the few lines to which she pointed:
By the bye, dear cousin, if you should receive a shock within the next few days by hearing that our three great men have agreed to an absurd peace, do not worry. Their signatures have been obtained for some doc.u.ment which we do not regard seriously, and it is their intention to repudiate them as soon as a certain much-looked for event takes place.
When the peace comes, believe me, it will be a glorious one for us. What we have won by the sword we shall hold, and what has been wrested from us by cunning and treachery, we shall regain.
"That man," Catherine declared, "is one of the Kaiser"s intimates. He is one of the twelve iron men of Germany. Now I will tell you the name of the man with whom I, have spent the evening. It is Baron h.e.l.lman.
Believe me, he knows, and he has told me the truth. He has had this letter by him for a fortnight, as he told me frankly that he thought it too compromising to hand over. To-night he changed his mind."
Julian stood speechless for a moment, his fists clenched, his eyes ablaze.
Catherine threw herself into his easy-chair and loosened her coat.
"Oh, I am tired!" she moaned. "Give me some water, please, or some wine."
He found some hock in the sideboard, and after she had drunk it they sat for some few minutes in agitated silence. The street sounds outside had died away. Julian"s was the topmost flat in the block, and their isolation was complete. He suddenly realised the position.