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I can see that this is going to be a busy meal. Charles, if that bottle of Pommery 1904 is iced just to the degree I like it, let it be served, if you please, in the large sized glasses. Now, Norgate.”

      “What I am going to relate to you,” Norgate began, leaning across the table and speaking very earnestly, “is a little incident which happened to me on my way back from Berlin. I had as a fellow passenger a person whom I am convinced is high up in the German Secret Service Intelligence Department.”

      “All that!” Mr. Hebblethwaite murmured. “Go ahead, Norgate. I like the commencement of your story. I almost feel that I am moving through the pages of a diplomatic romance. All that I am praying is that your fellow passenger was a foreign lady—a princess, if possible—with wonderful eyes, fascinating manners, and of a generous disposition.”

      “Then I am afraid you will be disappointed,” Norgate continued drily. “The personage in question was a man whose name was Selingman. He told me that he was a manufacturer of crockery and that he came often to England to see his customers. He called himself a peace-loving German, and he professed the utmost good-will towards our country and our national policy. At the commencement of our conversation, I managed to impress him with the idea that I spoke no German. At one of the stations on the line he was joined by a Belgian, his agent, as he told me, in Brussels for the sale of his crockery. I overheard this agent, whose name was Meyer, recount to his principal his recent operations. He offered him an exact plan of the forts of Liege. I heard him instructed to procure a list of the wealthy inhabitants of Ghent and the rateable value of the city, and I heard him commissioned to purchase land in the neighbourhood of Antwerp for a secret purpose.”

      Mr. Hebblethwaite’s eyebrows became slowly upraised. The twinkle in his eyes remained, however.

      “My!” he exclaimed softly. “We’re getting on with the romance all right!”

      “During the momentary absence of this fellow and his agent from the carriage,” Norgate proceeded, “I possessed myself of a slip of paper which had become detached from the packet of documents they had been examining. It consisted of a list of names mostly of people resident in the United Kingdom, purporting to be Selingman’s agents. I venture to believe that this list is a precise record of the principal German spies in this country.”

      “German spies!” Mr. Hebblethwaite murmured. “Whew!”

      He sipped his champagne.

      “That list,” Norgate went on, “is in my pocket. I may add that although I was careful to keep up the fiction of not understanding German, and although I informed Herr Selingman that I had seen the paper in question blow out of the window, he nevertheless gave me that night a drugged whisky and soda, and during the time I slept he must have been through every one of my possessions. I found my few letters and papers turned upside down, and even my pockets had been ransacked.”

      “Where was the paper, then?” Mr. Hebblethwaite enquired.

      “In an inner pocket of my pyjamas,” Norgate explained. “I had them made with a sort of belt inside, at the time I was a king’s messenger.”

      Mr. Hebblethwaite played with his tie for a moment and drank a little more champagne.

      “Could I have a look at the list?” he asked, as though with a sudden inspiration.

      Norgate passed it across the table to him. Mr. Hebblethwaite adjusted his pince-nez, gave a little start as he read the first name, leaned back in his chair as he came to another, stared at Norgate about half-way down the list, as though to make sure that he was in earnest, and finally finished it in silence. He folded it up and handed it back.

      “Well, well!” he exclaimed, a little pointlessly. “Now tell me, Norgate, you showed this list down there?”—jerking his head towards the street.

      “I did,” Norgate admitted.

      “And what did they say?”

      “Just what you might expect men whose lives are spent within the four walls of a room in Downing Street to say,” Norgate replied. “You are half inclined to make fun of me yourself, Hebblethwaite, but at any rate I know you have a different outlook from theirs. Old Carew was frantically polite. He even declared the list to be most interesting! He rambled on for about a quarter of an hour on the general subject of the spy mania. German espionage, he told me, was one of the shadowy evils from which England had suffered for generations. So far as regards London and the provincial towns, he went on, whether for good or evil, we have a large German population, and if they choose to make reports to any one in Germany as to events happening here which come under their observation, we cannot stop it, and it would not even be worth while to try. As regards matters of military and naval importance, there was a special branch, he assured me, for looking after these, and it was a branch of the Service which was remarkably well-served and remarkably successful. Having said this, he folded the list up and returned it to me, rang the bell, gave me a frozen hand to shake, a mumbled promise about another appointment as soon as there should be a vacancy, and that was the end of it.”

      “About that other appointment,” Mr. Hebblethwaite began, with some animation—

      “Damn the other appointment!” Norgate interrupted testily. “I didn’t come here to cadge, Hebblethwaite. I am never likely to make use of my friends in that way. I came for a bigger thing. I came to try and make you see a danger, the reality of which I have just begun to appreciate myself for the first time in my life.”

      Mr. Hebblethwaite’s manner slowly changed. He pulled down his waistcoat, finished off a glass of wine, and leaned forward.

      “Norgate,” he said, “I am sorry that this is the frame of mind in which you have come to me. I tell you frankly that you couldn’t have appealed to a man in the Cabinet less in sympathy with your fears than I myself.”

      “I am sorry to hear that,” Norgate replied grimly, “but go on.”

      “Before I entered the Cabinet,” Mr. Hebblethwaite continued, “our relations with Foreign Powers were just the myth to me that they are to most people who read the Morning Post one day and the Daily Mail the next. However, I made the best part of half a million in business through knowing the top and the bottom and every corner of my job, and I started in to do the same when I began to have a share in the government of the country. The entente with France is all right in its way, but I came to the conclusion that the greatest and broadest stroke of diplomacy possible to Englishmen to-day was to cultivate more benevolent and more confidential relations with Germany. That same feeling has been spreading through the Cabinet during the last two years. I am ready to take my share of the blame or praise, whichever in the future shall be allotted to the inspirer of that idea. It is our hope that when the present Government goes out of office, one of its chief claims to public approval and to historical praise will be the improvement of our relations with Germany. We certainly do not wish to disturb the growing confidence which exists between the two countries by any maladroit or unnecessary investigations. We believe, in short, that Germany’s attitude towards us is friendly, and we intend to treat her in the same spirit.”

      “Tell me,” Norgate asked, “is that the reason why every scheme for the expansion of the army has been shelved? Is that the reason for all the troubles with the Army Council?”

      “It is,” Hebblethwaite admitted. “I trust you, Norgate, and I look upon you as a friend. I tell you what the whole world of responsible men and women might as well know, but which we naturally don’t care about shouting from the housetops. We have come to the conclusion that there is no possible chance of the peace of Europe being disturbed. We have come to the conclusion that civilisation has reached that pitch when the last resource of arms is absolutely unnecessary. I do not mind telling you that the Balkan crisis presented opportunities to any one of the Powers to plunge into warfare, had they been so disposed. No one bade more boldly for peace then than Germany. No one wants war. Germany has nothing to gain by it, no animosity against France, none towards Russia. Neither of these countries has the slightest intention, now or at any time, of invading Germany. Why should they? The matter of Alsace and Lorraine

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