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"Polloch is an obstinate man, and I know as well as any one, perhaps, how set the Cabinet are upon this German rapprochement. Still you have fastened the burden on my shoulders, and I will carry it." "Thank God!" Monsieur Bardow exclaimed, leaning over and shaking hands with Staunton. "Have no fear, my friend! It is Heaven's truth which you will print." "I believe it," Staunton answered quietly.
Monsieur Bardow, I believe that you have something to suggest. There is no time to lose!" The little Frenchman nodded. "I have," he admitted. "It is, perhaps, a forlorn hope, but it is our only chance. You have appealed to the government you have failed! Appeal, then, to their masters." "The people!" Guest exclaimed. "But how? There is no time!"
"The Daily Oracle represents a million of capital, it represents the life work of myself and many dear comrades. You ask me to stake our prestige, our whole future, upon your story. You ask me to publicly flout the government which we have supported through thick and thin. You give me no time to consult my colleagues I must decide at once, yes or no! This is no small matter. Monsieur Bardow!"
"My friends here," he said, "have done all that can be done with members of the Cabinet, not only themselves, but in the person of others of great influence. The appeal to you is practically an appeal to Caesar. Ministers are great, but you are greater. It is your hand to-day which grasps the levers which guide the world." And still the man at the table was silent. Monsieur Bardow had more to say.
The words came from his lips with the crisp rapidity of a repeating rifle! "Who is that man?" he demanded. "Look! quick!" I was just in time to see Hirsch's figure disappearing through the swing doors. "A man named Hirsch," I answered. "Who is he?" "One of the committee of the Union," I answered. "He left something with a waiter. Call the waiter quickly," Monsieur Bardow demanded.
Adele leaned over towards us. "Monsieur Bardow," she said, "has already been to his ambassador here!" "And Monsieur Lestrange, who is good enough to have complete confidence in me, went at once to Downing Street," Monsieur Bardow explained. "When he returned he was angry!" Guest tapped on the table with his forefinger.
"It is a tragedy," Monsieur Bardow answered. "I tell you that the future history of your country, perhaps of Europe, rests upon your decision. Don't let any smaller issue weigh with you for a moment. Be thankful that you are the man whose name will live in history as the savior of his country." "Do not be too sure even of that," Staunton said.
I shall be here till daybreak and afterwards. One condition I have to make with you." "Name it," Monsieur Bardow declared. "You must not leave this building till the paper is out. At any moment we may require information from one of you! You shall be made as comfortable as possible! Do you agree?" "Of course," we all answered.
Let them insist upon a general mobilization of the fleet, and the breaking up of this traitorous Rifle Corps. Your ministers have failed you! It is by favor of the people that they rule! Let the people speak!" The man at the table moved his position ever so slightly. His eyes were fixed downwards. He seemed to be thinking deeply. Monsieur Bardow continued.
I obeyed at once. The waiter, a Swiss-German, hurried to our table. "What did Mr. Hirsch want?" I asked. "He said that he was coming back to dinner this evening, and he left a bag," the waiter replied. "Bring the bag here at once!" Bardow ordered. Already he had risen to his feet. Something of his excitement had become communicated to us.
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