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Having written the letter I felt comforted, knowing that Judith would understand. I finished it about six o'clock one afternoon, and shrinking from giving it to Stenson to post, as it was the first private letter I had written since my arrival in London, I took it myself to the pillar-box.
"It is strange," Mr. Stenson pointed out, "that we have heard so little of that Party. It is even astonishing that we should find them in a position to be able to dictate terms of peace to the Hohenzollerns." "You do not dispute the authenticity of the document?" Julian asked. "I will not go so far as that," Mr. Stenson replied cautiously.
"I decline to answer that question," Julian said, "but I would point out to you that when you acknowledged yourself defeated by the miners of South Wales, you pointed the way to some such crisis as this." "That may be true," Mr. Stenson acknowledged. "I have only at this moment, however, to deal with the present condition of affairs.
Stenson said, leaning a little forward, "and that is the will of the people." There was perplexity as well as discomfiture in the minds of his hearers. "The people?" Lord Shervinton repeated. "But surely the people speak through the mouths of their rulers?"
Stenson and you and the rest of them. A man can be a pacifist all right until his head has been punched. Afterwards, there's another name for him. Is there anything more I can get you to-night before I leave, sir?" "Nothing, thanks. I'm sorry about Fred." Julian, conscious of an intense weariness, undressed and went to bed very soon after the man's departure.
Of the twenty-three members of the new Council of Labour, twenty represent the Trades Unions of the great industries of the kingdom. Those twenty will unanimously proclaim a general strike, if you should refuse the proposed armistice." "In other words," Mr. Stenson observed drily, "they will scuttle the ship themselves. Do you approve of these tactics?"
The dinner she served up this evening was all but uneatable. Something is wrong with Stenson, who has taken to playing his lugubrious hymn-tunes on the concertina while I am in the house; I won't have it. Something is wrong with the cat. He wanders round the house like a lost soul, sniffing at everything.
They chatted for a while, and then Stenson apologized for taking up so much of Mr. Grego's valuable time. What he meant was that his own time, just as valuable to him, was wasting. After the screen blanked, Grego sat looking at it for a moment, wishing he had a hundred men like Henry Stenson in his own organization.
To be perfectly frank, when I first heard the yarn I had not a particle of faith in the existence of the treasure, and quite set down the late skipper as a credulous fool for risking his hard-earned money in such a hare-brained speculation; but after reading the story as set out in extenso and with a very great wealth of detail, I felt by no means sure that skipper Stenson, very far from being the credulous fool that I had originally supposed him to be, might not prove to have been an exceedingly shrewd and wide-awake person.
I think we ought to have given Stenson a week time to communicate with America and send a mission to France." "We are like all theorists," Furley declared moodily, stopping to relight his pipe. "We create and destroy on palter with amazing facility. When it comes to practice, we are funks." "Are you funking this?" Julian asked bluntly. "How can any one help it?
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