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"For myself, I believe that they have already waited a day too long. Maxendorf was too certain. He never dreamed that I might learn the truth. Listen!" A car stopped outside. They heard the sound of footsteps in the hall, the door was quickly opened. Mr. Foley stood there. He was looking very grave and white, but his eyes flashed at the sight of Maraton. "You!" he exclaimed.
I was a people's man; I still am. I took the course I thought best. I thought I saw a way to real freedom." "It was Maxendorf!" she exclaimed, under her breath. He nodded. "Maxendorf was too clever for me," he confessed. "Perhaps, just at this moment, he is a little sorry for it." "What do you mean?" she asked hastily. Maraton shrugged his shoulders. "Oh, he's alive only just, though!
"I can see the glory," Maraton answered, turning around, "but I can see also the ineffaceable ignominy of it. Is your country great enough, Maxendorf, to follow where your finger points? I do not know." "Yet you, too," Maxendorf persisted, "must sometimes have looked into futurity. You must have seen the slow decay of national pride, the nations of the world growing closer and closer together.
Maxendorf is a silent man. He is the first people's champion who has ever held high office in his country. You see, he has the gifts which no one can deny. He moves forward to whatever place he would occupy, and he takes it. He is in politics as I in literature." The man's magnificent egotism passed unnoticed. Curiously enough, the truth of it was so apparent that its expression seemed natural.
"Before I leave London," Maraton said, "I must see Maxendorf once more." Selingman stroked his face thoughtfully. "Your risk," he remarked. "Don't you let these chaps think you are mixed up with Maxendorf." "I must see Maxendorf," Maraton insisted. "When I leave London to-night, the die is cast. I have cut myself adrift from everything in life. I shall make enemies with every class of society.
"Selingman, too, was deceived, but Selingman was nearer to him. He discovered the truth and he came to me. It was a matter of two hours ago. I made my way first to Maxendorf. I remembered my promise. I waited about in the corridors outside his room until I saw an opportunity. Then I slipped in and took him by the throat. Oh, he's alive, but not very much alive to-night!"
It agrees with me," he went on. "You see, I have learnt the art of being satisfied with myself. I know what I am. I am content. That is where you, my friend Maraton, need to grow a little older. Oh, you are great enough, great enough if you only knew it! Even Maxendorf admits that, and he told me frankly he's disappointed in you. Don't sit there like a dumb figure any longer.
How one hates the sound of it! Bah! Man, you are on a lower level, when you talk the smug talk of to-day. I am disappointed in you. Maxendorf is disappointed in you. You are riding down the easy way on to the sandbanks of failure."
"Where is Maxendorf?" he asked. "Still at the hotel. The Embassy was not ready, and he has made excuses. He is more his own master there." Maraton turned to Ernshaw. "Ernshaw," he begged, "wait here for me. Wait." He took up his hat and left the room. Selingman stood almost as though he were praying. "Now," he muttered, "is the time for the strong man!"
Get out of the fog. Maxendorf is the most profound thinker of these days. He is over here with that scheme of his deep in his heart. It's become a passion with him. We have talked of it by the hour, spoken of you, prayed for some prophet on your side with eyes to see the truth. Into the lift with you, man. Look for me to-morrow. Farewell!"
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