In less than ten seconds Julian opened his eyes. In half a
minute he was sitting up. His eyes were bright once more, there
was colour in his cheeks. Bright spoke to him warningly.
"Mr. Orden," he enjoined, "sit where you are. Remember I have the
other tube in my left hand."
"You infernal scoundrel!" Julian exclaimed.
"Mr. Bright," Fenn asserted, "is nothing of the sort. Neither am
I. We are both honest men faced with a colossal situation. There
is nothing personal in our treatment of you. We have no enmity
towards you. You are simply a person who has committed a theft."
"What puzzles me," Julian muttered, "is what you expect I am going
to do about you, if ever I do escape from your clutches."
"If you do escape," Fenn said quietly, "you will view the matter
differently. You will find, as a matter of fact, that you are
powerless to do anything. You will find a new law and a new order
prevailing."
"German law!" Julian sneered.
"You misjudge us," Fenn continued. "Both Bright and I are
patriotic Englishmen. We are engaged at the present moment in a
desperate effort to save our country. You are the man who stands
in the way."
"I never thought," said Julian, "that I should smile in this
place, but you are beginning to amuse me. Why not be more
explicit? Why not prove what you say? I might become amenable.
I suppose your way of saving the country is to hand it over to the
Germans, eh?"
"Our way of saving the country," Fenn declared, "is to establish
peace.
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