The newly formed Council of Labour,
to which we all belong, is eager and anxious to welcome you."
"Has any one given me away?" Julian asked.
Catherine shook her head.
"The truth was discovered this evening, when your rooms were
searched," she explained.
"What is the constitution of this Council of Labour?" Julian
enquired, a little dazed by this revelation.
"It is the very body of men which you yourself foreshadowed," the
Bishop replied eagerly. "Twenty of the members are elected by the
Trades Unions and represent the great industries of the Empire;
and there are three outsiders--Miss Abbeway, Miles Furley and
myself. If you, Julian, had not been so successful in concealing
your identity, you would have been the first man to whom the
Council would have turned for help. Now that the truth is known,
your duty is clear. The glory of ending this war will belong to
the people, and it is partly owing to you that the people have
grown to realise their strength."
"My own position at the present moment," Julian began, a little
grimly--
"You have no one to blame for that but yourself," Catherine
interrupted. "If we had known who you were, do you suppose that
we should have allowed these men to deal with you in such a
manner? Do you suppose that I should not have told you the truth
about that packet? However, that is over. You know the truth
now. We five are all members of the Council who are sitting
practically night and day, waiting--you know what for.
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