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Stenson switched on an electric light. "Sit down, Orden," he invited. "There is no need for us to stand glaring at one another. There is enough of real importance in the nature of our interview without making melodrama of it." The Prime Minister threw himself into an easy chair. Julian, with a little sigh of relief, selected a high-backed oak chair and rested his foot upon a hassock.
But he compromised by shaking hands energetically, for a matter of five minutes, and entreating to be allowed to subscribe to some of her deserving charitable enterprises any one she might mention and so left the old lady a little bewildered, but very much pleased. She decided that for the future Adèle must not see so much of Mr. Van Orden.
Julian laughed scornfully. "I know a little about you, Mr. Fenn," he said. "I know the sort of peace you would establish, the sort of peace any man would propose who conducts a secret correspondence with Germany." Fenn, who had lifted his mask for a moment, slowly rearranged it. "Mr. Orden," he said, "we are not going to waste words upon you. You are hopelessly and intolerably prejudiced.
"Oh, how dared they!" she went on. "The beasts! Tell me, are you ill?" "Weak as a kitten," he faltered. "They've poisoned me with their beastly gases." Catherine rose to her feet. She faced the two men, her eyes flashing with anger. "The Council will require an explanation of this, Mr. Fenn!" she declared passionately. "Barely an hour ago you told us that Mr. Orden had escaped from Hampstead."
"Let us proceed. The first part of your duty, Orden, is finished. What else have you to say?" "I am instructed," Julian announced, "to appeal to you to sue at once, through the Spanish Ambassador, for an armistice while these terms are considered and arrangements made for discussing them." "And if I refuse?" "I will not evade even that question.
"They say that there isn't a poison in liquid, solid or gas form, that he doesn't know all about. Chap who gives me kind of shivers whenever he comes near. He and Fenn run the secret service branch of the Council." "If he knows where Mr. Orden is, couldn't we send for him at once?" Catherine suggested. "I'll go," Furley volunteered. He was back in a few minutes.
He spoke about Orden, too. I persuaded him that if we don't succeed within the next twenty four hours, it will be his duty to see what he can do." "Oh, but that was too bad!" she declared. "You know how he feels his position, poor man. He will simply loathe having to tell Julian Mr. Orden, I mean that he is connected with " "Well, with what, Miss Abbeway?"
Orden was the senior and commanded the two corps of infantry his own and Griffith's, formerly Warner's. These troops were deployed in line of battle across the road where Laws must pass, the cavalry in front covering the infantry. Crooker moved out and was soon hotly engaged with the enemy.
Her eyes were dimmed with tears, her voice piteous. "Do not be so cruel, so hard," she begged. "I swear before Heaven that there is no treason in those papers, that they are the one necessary link in a great, humanitarian scheme. Be generous, Mr. Orden. Julian! Give it back to me. It is mine. I swear " His hands gripped her shoulders.
Before we move a step further, we'll purge them of such helpers as you and such false friends as Julian Orden." "You very foolish person," she repeated. "Stop, though. Why all this mystery? Why did you try to keep that letter from me?" "I conceived it to be for the benefit of our cause," he said didactically, "that the anonymity of `Paul Fiske' should be preserved." "Rubbish!" she scoffed.
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