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"If that's true," Hawarden said thankfully, "none of the other men we've picked up matter we might as well let them go." "I'd say so," Newton agreed, "if we can prove Bohr was in this for himself, and was controlling them." "From what I saw of him," Hanlon said seriously after a long moment of thought, "I'd say he was capable of trying it.
The oracle of Hawarden was as dumb to this as to my effusion to a similar purport already mentioned. Not even the proverbial postcard was sent to Tralee, so the verbosity of Mr. Gladstone was strangely checked when he found himself pinned down to facts by Irish landlords.
They were barely back in Hanlon's room when Admiral Hawarden knocked. He and Newton were old friends, and greeted each other with genuine warmth. "That's quite a boy of yours, Newt. He's got the stuff." "Yeah, I'm sort of proud of him, myself. He's really done a job, especially for first assignment." "Have either of you any orders for me concerning the mopping up?"
Mr. Gladstone, during the recess of Parliament, delivered speeches upon the burning question of the day all over England. At Hawarden he pleaded that it was the wretched Turkish system that was at fault, and not the Turks themselves, and hoped for a remedy. To the electors of Frome he spoke of the tremendous responsibility of the Ministers.
Probably the three greatest living statesmen of the time were Gladstone, Bismarck and Li Hung Chang. The Embassador and his suite went to Chester in a special train, and were driven in three open carriages to Hawarden. Along the route as, well as at the station, the party was cheered by a large crowd.
The road from the village for the most part is dreary, but within the gates the park is as beautiful as it is extensive. Richly wooded, on both sides of its fine drive are charming vistas opening amongst the oaks, limes and elms. On the height to the left of the drive is the ancient Hawarden Castle, for there are two the old and the new the latter being the more modern home of the proprietor.
Gladstone, roused to action by his sympathy with the victims of so cruel an oppression, left his retirement at Hawarden and issued a pamphlet on the Bulgarian horrors which raised the feeling of the country to a higher point than I have ever known it reach before or since, except in some crisis affecting our very existence as a State.
Vast crowds lined the route, afoot and in every kind of vehicle. The cortege stopped at the entrance to the Park Hawarden Lodge, and sang one of Mr. Gladstone's favorite hymns. Again, when the procession reached the Castle, it paused at the entrance and sang another hymn loved by the late resident of the house, and went on its way to Broughton Hall Station.
"Look, Admiral Hawarden, it's a pigeon, tapping on the window," the secretary laughed. "Must think there's something to eat in here," the officer grinned back. "It really acts as though it was trying to attract our attention," the girl commented a few seconds later.
"Never saw anything like it before, and I've just made a quick search through all my books here that contain pictures and diagrams of the races of which we know." Hanlon shook his head in resignation and Hawarden, after thanking the doctor and giving orders for the disposition of the Prime Minister's body, disconnected. "Is it too late to get an audience with the emperor?" Hanlon sat erect.
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