"Julian Orden," he said, "is a young man of peculiarly stubborn
type, but if I thought that my exhortations would be of any
benefit, I would not shrink from trying them, whatever it might
cost me."
"Better have a try, then," Fenn suggested. "If we do not succeed
within the next twenty-four hours, I shall give you an order to
see him. I don't mind confessing," he went on confidentially,
"that the need for the production of that document is urgent,
apart from the risk we run of having our plans forestalled if it
should fall into the hands of the Government."
"I presume that Miss Abbeway has already done her best?"
"She has worn herself out with persuasions."
"Has he himself been told the truth?"
Fenn shook his head.
"From your own knowledge of the young man, do you think that it
would be of any use? Even Miss Abbeway is forced to admit that
any one less likely to sympathise with our aims it would be
impossible to find. At the same time, if we do arrange an
interview for you, use any arguments you can think of. To tell
you the truth, our whole calculations have been upset by not
discovering the packet upon his person. He was on his way to
Downing Street when our agents intervened, and we never doubted
that he would have it with him. When will it be convenient for
you to pay your visit?"
"At any time you send for me," the Bishop replied. "Meanwhile,
Mr. Fenn, before I leave I want to remind you once more of the
original purpose of my call upon you.
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