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"Miss Abbeway and I," he said, "have been having a most interesting conversation, or rather argument. I find that she is entirely of your way of thinking, Furley. You both belong to the order of what I call puffball politicians." Catherine laughed heartily at the simile. "Mr. Stenson is a glaring example," she pointed out, "of those who do not know their own friends. Mr.
"Perhaps," Julian interposed, "I can explain the tyre marks upon the road. Miss Abbeway drove me down to Furley's cottage, where I spent the night, late in the afternoon. The marks were still there when I returned this morning, because I noticed them." "The same marks?" the Colonel asked, frowning. "Without a doubt the same marks," Julian replied.
Miss Abbeway is in no sense of the word a German spy. She and I, Mr. Furley here, Mr. Fenn and Mr. Bright, all belong to an organisation leagued together for one purpose we are determined to end the war." "Pacifists!" Julian muttered. "An idle word," the Bishop protested, "because at heart we are all pacifists. There is not one of us who would wilfully choose war instead of peace.
By Jove, Miss Abbeway, just listen to this! `One dress suit-fourteen guineas! That's the way these fellows who don't know any better chuck their money about," he added, swinging around in his chair towards her. "The clothes I have on cost me exactly four pounds fifteen cash, and I guarantee his were no better." Catherine frowned impatiently. "We did not come here, did we, Mr. Fenn, to discuss Mr.
Come and sit down by the side of me, won't you, Miss Abbeway? Do!" "I would rather stand, thank you," she replied. "You seem to find your present occupation to your taste. I should loathe it!" "Never think of my own feelings," Fenn said briskly, "when there's a job to be done. I wish you'd be a bit more friendly, though, Miss Abbeway. Let me pull that chair up by the side of mine.
"The fact is," Furley confided, "you and I and the Bishop and Miss Abbeway are all to a certain extent out of place on that Council. We ought to have contented ourselves with having supplied the ideas. When it comes to the practical side, our other instincts revolt.
If they ever find a leader, I think that this dear, smug country of yours may have to face the greatest surprise of its existence." Julian looked at her curiously. "You have ideas, Miss Abbeway." "So unusual in a woman!" she mocked. "Do you notice how every one is trying to avoid the subject of the war? I give them another half-course, don't you? I am sure they cannot keep it up."
Every one has two votes, which must be for two different representatives. The cards should then be folded, and I propose that the Bishop, who is not a candidate, collect them. As I read the unwritten rules of this Congress, every one here is eligible except the Bishop, Miss Abbeway, Mr. Orden and Mr. Furley." There was a little murmur. Phineas Cross leaned forward in his place.
Julian and his companion crossed the country road and passed through the gate opposite on to the rude track which led down almost to the sea. "You are very interested in English labour questions, Miss Abbeway," he remarked, "considering that you are only half an Englishwoman." "It isn't only the English labouring classes in whom I am interested," she replied impatiently.
"I understand," the Bishop reminded his companion, "that he has very nearly, if not altogether, compromised himself in his efforts to shield Miss Abbeway." "That may be so," Fenn admitted, "but it doesn't alter the fact that he refuses to return to her the packet which she entrusted to his care." "And he is still obdurate?" "Up to now, absolutely so.
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