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In this manner the advance at a pace of fifty miles an hour from the moment that the circle was arranged would bring them within sight of Nazareth at about nine o'clock on the Sunday morning. The guard came up to the four as they stood there silent. "We are ready, gentlemen," he said. "What do you think of the weather?" asked Snowford abruptly. The guard pursed his lips.
"Brand," came the sharp fairy voice, "is that you?... Yes, I am Snowford. You are wanted at once at once, you understand. There is an extraordinary meeting of the Council at twenty o'clock. The President will be there. You understand the urgency. No time for more. Come instantly to my room." Even this message scarcely distracted him.
"Oh! to have a Saviour at last!" cried Francis. "One that can be seen and handled and praised to His Face! It is like a dream too good to be true!" Oliver glanced at the clock, and rose abruptly, holding out his hand. "Forgive me, sir. I must not stay. You have touched me very deeply.... I will speak to Snowford. Your address is here, I understand?" He pointed to the papers. "Yes, Mr. Brand.
London had gone completely mad on the announcement of the Catholic plot on the afternoon before. The secret had leaked out about fourteen o'clock, an hour after the betrayal of the scheme to Mr. Snowford; and practically all commercial activities had ceased on the instant.
He could explain it to himself no more than could any one else unless, perhaps, it were Mabel. The others had been as he had been: awed and overcome, yet at the same time kindled in the very depths of their souls. They had come out Snowford, Cartwright, Pemberton, and the rest on to the steps of Paul's House, following that strange figure.
"A little thunder, I expect, sir," he said. Oliver looked at him curiously. "No more than that?" he asked. "I should say a storm, sir," observed the guard shortly. Snowford turned towards the gangway. "Well, we had best be off: we can lose time further on, if we wish." It was about five minutes more before all was ready.
As regarded the despatch of the volors to Rome, he had assented by silence, as had the rest of the Council. That was, Snowford had said, a judicial punitive act, regrettable but necessary. Peace, in this instance, could not be secured except on terms of war or rather, since war was obsolete by the sternness of justice.
Caldecott, the Prime Minister, Maxwell, Snowford and a dozen others had wired instantly their congratulations, and from every part of England streamed in message after message.
Oliver could not resist a faint flicker of a smile at the corner of his mouth. It was a very grim bit of irony, he thought, but it seemed sensible enough. "I quite understand, Mr. Francis. It seems a very reasonable suggestion. But I do not think I am the proper person. Mr. Snowford " "Yes, yes, sir, I know. But your speech the other day inspired us all.
Francis smiled and bowed. "I may tell her about you, sir?" said Oliver again. "Why, certainly." Then she heard that he had been a Catholic priest a few months before, and that Mr. Snowford was in consultation with him as to the ceremonies in the Abbey. She was conscious of a sudden interest as she heard this. "Oh! do talk," she said. "I want to hear everything." It seemed that Mr.
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