"
"Rubbish!" she scoffed. "You were afraid of him. Why, what fools
we are! We will tell him the whole truth. We will tell him of
our great scheme. We will tell him what we have been working for,
these many months. The Bishop shall tell him, and you and I, and
Miles Furley, and Cross. He shall hear all about it. He is with
us! He must be with us! You shall put him on the Council. Why,
there is your great difficulty solved," she went on, in growing
excitement. "There is not a working man in the country who would
not rally under `Paul Fiske's' banner. There you have your
leader. It is he who shall deliver your ultimatum."
"I'm damned if it is!" Fenn declared, suddenly throwing his hat
down and coming towards her furiously. "I'm--"
The door opened. Robert stood there.
"The message, madam," he began--and then stopped short. She
crossed the room towards him.
"Robert," she said, "I think I have found the way to bring your
master back to you. Will you take me downstairs, please, and
fetch me a taxi?"
"Certainly, madam!"
She looked back from the threshold.
"I shall telephone to Westminster in a few minutes, Mr. Fenn," she
said. "I hope I shall be in time to stop the others from coming.
Perhaps you had better wait here, in case they have already
started."
He made no reply. To Catherine the world had become so wonderful
that his existence scarcely counted.
CHAPTER XII
Catherine, notwithstanding her own excitement, found genuine
pleasure in the bewildered enthusiasm with which the Bishop
received her astounding news.
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