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For a long time after Lonegan left he plunged into his work, but there was no sleep for him afterward. He lay very still, breathing easily, as the fag-end of the night crawled by. At dawn he arose, dressed noiselessly, and went out into the city.
He could not keep his mind on the journey with the sentry. His thoughts winged from Lonegan at Warsaw, to The States' office and home, as if carrying the message of his own end.... Boylan might finally break out with the details.... The personal part ended suddenly, like an essential formality, leaving him a sorrow for Boylan and his mother especially.
This is too fine." Peter laughed. He was thinking of what Lonegan had said on the night he came back from Berthe's door, after she had asked him not to come in.... "Peter, you're lying. I don't believe you'd let anybody see your fires not even how well you bank 'em." They seemed to require further talk from him. He did not want the two men, sorry they had drawn up their chairs.
"Sometimes I dare actually to be honest with you. Even Lonegan and I take no such liberties together." "It isn't a matter of courage," she said. "You would dare anything. I know your quiet, deadly kind of courage. That's the first thing I felt about you." It was like Mowbray not to acknowledge that such a thing had been said. "I came to you asleep.
He would tell Berthe Wyndham.... He stopped short at the edge of the town. Never was there in his life a moment of profounder humility. Berthe Wyndham had told him all this before they left Warsaw on the day that the message came from Lonegan. All he had learned to-day through such rigor and jeopardy she had told him; and she had understood it then with the same passion that he had it now.
All there is to say is that I want you to be my friend." "I should have to think," she answered. "Of course. ... Do you pass here every day?" "I should have to think," she said. It was the third day afterward that she passed again. The first time that Boylan of the Rhodes News Agency of New York saw Peter Mowbray was in the office of Lonegan of The States, Mowbray's chief in Warsaw.
For three days Warsaw had been upheaved in excitement. On the afternoon that the messenger from Lonegan brought the news of the cablegram, Berthe and Peter were planning an excursion into the country for the next day. She watched him closely as he read, and was sensitive enough to realize the importance of the message, before he spoke.... He found her gray eyes upon him.
Ten weeks afterward Boylan came in with the big news, and found Lonegan bending over the following cablegram, almost the last that came through in the private cipher of The States: Get Mowbray post with Russians. We are mailing influential matters. Warsaw key-desk for northern campaigns. We are to be congratulated on having Lonegan there.
As I was saying, the truth isn't popular " "That doesn't sound like Lonegan." "No, and I don't like the feel of saying it, but it's very much to the point " "Possibly." "Mowbray, we are taking our bread, and its cake, too, from a paper that expects us to exploit the orthodox heroics. The pity and atrocious sham of it all has its side.
"You know the military end. You've got to help me get him attached. I know you'd do it for me, but I want you to do it for him " A grunt from the big man, who disappeared. ...Lonegan's lip curled. Again it was only Lonegan who knew why. He read the cablegram carefully again, and felt his face as if speculating whether he could wait until morning for a shave.
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