"d.u.c.h.ess," he said, "sooner or later I felt quite sure that our conversation would draw near to the German bogey. The picture you draw is menacing enough. I look upon its probability as exactly on the same par as the overrunning of Europe by the yellow races."
"You believe in the sincerity of Germany?" she asked.
"I do," he admitted firmly. "There is a military element in Germany which is to be regretted, but the Germans themselves are a splendid, cultured, and peace-loving people, who are seeking their future not at the point of the sword but in the counting-houses of the world. If I fear the Germans, it is commercially, and from no other point of view."
"I wish I could feel your confidence," the d.u.c.h.ess sighed.
"I have myself recently returned from Berlin," Mr. Hebblethwaite continued. "Busby, as you know, has been many times an honoured guest there at their universities and in their great cities. He has had every opportunity of probing the tendencies of the people. His mind is absolutely and finally made up. Not in all history has there ever existed a race freer from the l.u.s.t of bloodthirsty conquest than the German people of to-day."
Mr. Hebblethwaite concluded his sentence with some emphasis. He felt that his words were carrying conviction. Some of the conversation at their end of the table had been broken off to listen to his p.r.o.nouncements. At that moment his butler touched him upon the elbow.
"Mr. Bedells has just come up from the War Office, sir," he announced.
"He is waiting outside. In the meantime, he desired me to give you this."
The butler, who had served an archbishop, and resented often his own presence in the establishment of a Radical Cabinet Minister, presented a small silver salver on which reposed a hastily twisted up piece of paper.
Mr. Hebblethwaite, with a little nod, unrolled it and glanced towards the d.u.c.h.ess, who bowed complacently. With the smile still upon his lips, a confident light in his eyes, Mr. Hebblethwaite held out the crumpled piece of paper before him and read the hurriedly scrawled pencil lines:
"_Germany has declared war against Russia and presented an ultimatum to France. I have other messages_."
Mr. Hebblethwaite was a strong man. He was a man of immense self-control.
Yet in that moment the arteries of life seemed as though they had ceased to flow. He sat at the head of his table, and his eyes never left those pencilled words. His mind fought with them, discarded them, only to find them still there hammering at his brain, traced in letters of scarlet upon the distant walls. War! The great, unbelievable tragedy, the one thousand-to-one chance in life which he had ever taken! His hand almost fell to his side. There was a queer little silence. No one liked to ask him a question; no one liked to speak. It was the d.u.c.h.ess at last who murmured a few words, when the silence had become intolerable.
"It is bad news?" she whispered.
"It is very bad news indeed," Mr. Hebblethwaite answered, raising his voice a little, so that every one at the table might hear him. "I have just heard from the War Office that Germany has declared war against Russia. You will perhaps, under the circ.u.mstances, excuse me."
He rose to his feet. There was a queer singing in his ears. The feast seemed to have turned to a sickly debauch. All that pinnacle of success seemed to have fallen away. The faces of his guests, even, as they looked at him, seemed to his conscience to be expressing one thing, and one thing only--that same horrible conviction which was deadening his own senses. He and the others--could it be true?--had they taken up lightly the charge and care of a mighty empire and dared to gamble upon, instead of providing for, its security? He thrust the thought away; and the natural strength of the man began to rea.s.sert itself. If they had done ill, they had done it for the people"s sake. The people must rally to them now. He held his head high as he left the room.
CHAPTER x.x.xVIII
Norgate found himself in an atmosphere of strange excitement during his two hours" waiting at the House of Commons on the following day. He was ushered at last into Mr. Hebblethwaite"s private room. Hebblethwaite had just come in from the House and was leaning a little back in his chair, in an att.i.tude of repose. He glanced at Norgate with a faint smile.
"Well, young fellow," he remarked, "come to do the usual "I told you so"
business, I suppose?"
"Don"t be an a.s.s!" Norgate most irreverently replied. "There are one or two things I must tell you and tell you at once. I may have hinted at them before, but you weren"t taking things seriously then. First of all, is Mr. Bullen in the House?"
"Of course!"
"Could you send for him here just for a minute?" Norgate pleaded. "I am sure it would make what I am going to say sound more convincing to you."
Hebblethwaite struck a bell by his side and despatched a messenger.
"How are things going?" Norgate asked.
"France is mobilising as fast as she can," Hebblethwaite announced.
"We have reports coming in that Germany has been at it for at least a week, secretly. They say that Austrian troops have crossed into Poland. There isn"t anything definite yet, but it"s war, without a doubt, war just as we"d struck the right note for peace. Russia was firm but splendid. Austria was wavering. Just at the critical moment, like a thunderbolt, came Germany"s declaration of war. Here"s Mr.
Bullen. Now go ahead, Norgate."
Mr. Bullen came into the room, recognised Norgate, and stopped short.
"So you"re here again, young man, are you?" he exclaimed. "I don"t know why you"ve sent for me, Hebblethwaite, but if you take my advice, you won"t let that young fellow go until you"ve asked him a few questions."
"Mr. Norgate is a friend of mine," Hebblethwaite said. "I think you will find--"
"Friend or no friend," the Irishman interrupted, "he is a traitor, and I tell you so to his face."
"That is exactly what I wished you to tell Mr. Hebblethwaite," Norgate remarked, nodding pleasantly. "I just want you to recall the circ.u.mstances of my first visit here."
"You came and offered me a bribe of a million pounds," Mr. Bullen declared, "if I would provoke a civil war in Ireland in the event of England getting into trouble. I wasn"t sure whom you were acting for then, but I am jolly certain now. That young fellow is a German spy, Hebblethwaite."
"Mr. Hebblethwaite knew that quite well," admitted Norgate coolly. "I came and told him so several times. I think that he even encouraged me to do my worst."
"Look here, Norgate," Hebblethwaite intervened, "I"m certain you are driving at something serious. Let"s have it."
"Quite right, I am," Norgate a.s.sented. "I just wanted to testify to you that Mr. Bullen"s reply to my offer was the patriotic reply of a loyal Irishman. I did offer him that million pounds on behalf of Germany, and he did indignantly refuse it, but the point of the whole thing is--my report to Germany."
"And that?" Mr. Hebblethwaite asked eagerly.
"I reported Mr. Bullen"s acceptance of the sum," Norgate told them. "I reported that civil war in Ireland was imminent and inevitable and would come only the sooner for any continental trouble in which England might become engaged."
Mr. Hebblethwaite"s face cleared.
"I begin to understand now, Norgate," he muttered. "Good fellow!"
Mr. Bullen was summoned in hot haste by one of his supporters and hurried out. Norgate drew his chair a little closer to his friend"s.
"Look here, Hebblethwaite," he said, "you wouldn"t listen to me, you know--I don"t blame you--but I knew the truth of what I was saying. I knew what was coming. The only thing I could do to help was to play the double traitor. I did it. My chief, who reported to Berlin that this civil war was inevitable, will get it in the neck, but there"s more to follow. The Baroness von Haase and I were a.s.sociated in an absolutely confidential mission to ascertain the likely position of Italy in the event of this conflict. I know for a fact that Italy will not come in with her allies."
"Do you mean that?" Mr. Hebblethwaite asked eagerly.
"Absolutely certain," Norgate a.s.sured him.
Hebblethwaite half rose from his place with excitement.
"I ought to telephone to the War Office," he declared. "It will alter the whole mobilisation of the French troops."
"France knows," Norgate told him quietly. "My wife has seen to that. She pa.s.sed the information on to them just in time to contract the whole line of mobilisation."
"You"ve been doing big things, young fellow!" Mr. Hebblethwaite exclaimed excitedly. "Go on. Tell me at once, what was your report to Germany?"
"I reported that Italy would certainly fulfil the terms of her alliance and fight," Norgate replied. "Furthermore, I have convinced my chief over here that under no possible circ.u.mstances would the present Cabinet sanction any war whatsoever. I have given him plainly to understand that you especially are determined to leave France to her fate if war should come, and to preserve our absolute neutrality at all costs."
"Go on," Hebblethwaite murmured. "Finish it, anyhow."