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to my offer was the patriotic reply of a loyal Irishman. I did offer him that million pounds on behalf of Germany, and he did indignantly refuse it, but the point of the whole thing is—my report to Germany.”
“And that?” Mr. Hebblethwaite asked eagerly.
“I reported Mr. Bullen’s acceptance of the sum,” Norgate told them. “I reported that civil war in Ireland was imminent and inevitable and would come only the sooner for any continental trouble in which England might become engaged.”
Mr. Hebblethwaite’s face cleared.
“I begin to understand now, Norgate,” he muttered. “Good fellow!”
Mr. Bullen was summoned in hot haste by one of his supporters and hurried out. Norgate drew his chair a little closer to his friend’s.
“Look here, Hebblethwaite,” he said, “you wouldn’t listen to me, you know—I don’t blame you—but I knew the truth of what I was saying. I knew what was coming. The only thing I could do to help was to play the double traitor. I did it. My chief, who reported to Berlin that this civil war was inevitable, will get it in the neck, but there’s more to follow. The Baroness von Haase and I were associated in an absolutely confidential mission to ascertain the likely position of Italy in the event of this conflict. I know for a fact that Italy will not come in with her allies.”
“Do you mean that?” Mr. Hebblethwaite asked eagerly.
“Absolutely certain,” Norgate assured him.
Hebblethwaite half rose from his place with excitement.
“I ought to telephone to the War Office,” he declared. “It will alter the whole mobilisation of the French troops.”
“France knows,” Norgate told him quietly. “My wife has seen to that. She passed the information on to them just in time to contract the whole line of mobilisation.”
“You’ve been doing big things, young fellow!” Mr. Hebblethwaite exclaimed excitedly. “Go on. Tell me at once, what was your report to Germany?”
“I reported that Italy would certainly fulfil the terms of her alliance and fight,” Norgate replied. “Furthermore, I have convinced my chief over here that under no possible circumstances would the present Cabinet sanction any war whatsoever. I have given him plainly to understand that you especially are determined to leave France to her fate if war should come, and to preserve our absolute neutrality at all costs.”
“Go on,” Hebblethwaite murmured. “Finish it, anyhow.”
“There is very little more,” Norgate concluded. “I have a list here of properties in the outskirts of London, all bought by Germans, and all having secret preparations for the mounting of big guns. You might just pass that on to the War Office, and they can destroy the places at their leisure. There isn’t anything else, Hebblethwaite. As I told you, I’ve played the double traitor. It was the only way I could help. Now, if I were you, I would arrest the master-spy for whom I have been working. Most of the information he has picked up lately has been pretty bad, and I fancy he’ll get a warm reception if he does get back to Berlin, but if ever there was a foreigner who abused the hospitality of this country, Selingman’s the man.”
“We’ll see about that presently,” Mr. Hebblethwaite declared, leaning back. “Let me think over what you have told me. It comes to this, Norgate. You’ve practically encouraged Germany to risk affronting us.”
“I can’t help that,” Norgate admitted. “Germany has gone into this war, firmly believing that Italy will be on her side, and that we shall have our hands occupied in civil war, and in any case that we should remain neutral. I am not asking you questions, Hebblethwaite. I don’t know what the position of the Government will be if Germany attacks France in the ordinary way. But one thing I do believe, and that is that if Germany breaks Belgian neutrality and invades Belgium, there isn’t any English Government which has ever been responsible for the destinies of this country, likely to take it lying down. We are shockingly unprepared, or else, of course, there’d have been no war at all. We shall lose hundreds of thousands of our young men, because they’ll have to fight before they are properly trained, but we must fight or perish. And we shall fight—I am sure of that, Hebblethwaite.”
“We are all Englishmen,” Hebblethwaite answered simply.
The door was suddenly opened. Spencer Wyatt pushed his way past a protesting doorkeeper. Hebblethwaite rose to his feet; he seemed to forget Norgate’s presence.
“You’ve been down to the Admiralty?” he asked quickly. “Do you know?”
Spencer Wyatt pointed to Norgate. His voice shook with emotion.
“I know, Hebblethwaite,” he replied, “but there’s something that you don’t know. We were told to mobilise the fleet an hour ago. My God, what chance should we have had! Germany means scrapping, and look where our ships are, or ought to be.”
“I know it,” Hebblethwaite groaned.
“Well, they aren’t there!” Spencer Wyatt announced triumphantly. “A week ago that young fellow came to me. He told me what was impending. I half believed it before he began. When he told me his story, I gambled upon it. I mistook the date for the Grand Review. I signed the order for mobilisation at the Admiralty, seven days ago. We are safe, Hebblethwaite! I’ve been getting wireless messages all day yesterday and to-day. We are at Cromarty and Rosyth. Our torpedo squadron is in position, our submarines are off the German coast. It was just the toss of a coin—papers and a country life for me, or our fleet safe and a great start in the war. This is the man who has done it.”
“It’s the best news I’ve heard this week,” Hebblethwaite declared, with glowing face. “If our fleet is safe, the country is safe for a time. If this thing comes, we’ve a chance. I’ll go through the country. I’ll start the day war’s declared. I’ll talk to the people I’ve slaved for. They shall come to our help. We’ll have the greatest citizen army who ever fought for their native land. I’ve disbelieved in fighting all my life. If we are driven to it, we’ll show the world what peace-loving people can do, if the weapon is forced into their hands. Norgate, the country owes you a great debt. Another time, Wyatt, I’ll tell you more than you know now. What can we do for you, young fellow?”
Norgate rose to his feet.
“My work is already chosen, thanks,” he said, as he shook hands. “I have been preparing for some time.”
CHAPTER XXXIX
The card-rooms at the St. James’s Club were crowded, but very few people seemed inclined to play. They were standing or sitting about in little groups. A great many of them were gathered around the corner where Selingman was seated. He was looking somewhat graver than usual, but there was still a confident smile upon his lips.
“My little friend,” he said, patting the hand of the fair lady by his side, “reassure yourself. Your husband and your husband’s friends are quite safe. For England there will come no fighting. Believe me, that is a true word.”
“But the impossible is happening all the time,” Mrs. Barlow protested. “Who would have believed that without a single word of warning Germany would have declared war against Russia?”
Mr. Selingman raised his voice a little.
“Let me make the situation clear,” he begged. “Listen to me, if you will, because I am a patriotic German but also a lover of England, a sojourner here, and one of her greatest friends. Germany has gone to war against Russia. Why? You will say upon a trifling pretext. My answer to you is this. There is between the Teuton and the Slav an enmity more mighty than anything you can conceive of. It has been at the root of all the unrest in the Balkans. Many a time Germany has kept the peace at the imminent loss of her own position