Get away from it. Be yourself. Your Ministers can't end
the war. Your Government can't. They opened their mouth too wide
at first. They made too many commitments. Ask Stenson. He'll
tell you that I'm speaking the truth. So it goes on, and day by
day it costs the world a few hundred or a few thousand human
lives, and God knows how much of man's labour and brains,
annihilated, wasted, blown into the air! Somehow or other the war
has got to stop, Julian. If the politicians won't do it, the
people must."
"The people," Julian repeated a little sadly. "Rienzi once
trusted in the people."
"There's a difference," Furley protested. "Today the people are
all right, but the Rienzi isn't here--My God!"
He broke off suddenly, pursuing another train of thought. He
leaned forward.
"Look here," he said, "we'll talk about the fate of that
communication later. What about Miss Abbeway?"
"Miss Abbeway," Julian told him, "was in imminent danger last
night of arrest as a spy. Against my principles and all my
convictions, I have done my best to protect her against the
consequences of her ridiculous and inexcusable conduct. I don't
know anything about your association, Furley, but I consider you a
lot of rotters to allow a girl to take on a job like this."
Furley's eyes flashed in sympathy.
"It was a cowardly action, Julian," he agreed. "I'm hot with
shame when I think of it. But don't, for heaven's sake, think I
had anything to do with the affair! We have a secret service
branch which arranges for those things.
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