Ours is the greatest power
the world has ever evolved. We shall use it for the greatest
cause the world has ever known--the cause of peace."
"This, in a way, was inevitable," Julian observed. "You remember
the conversation, Bishop," he added, "down at Maltenby?"
"Very well indeed," the latter acquiesced.
"The country went into slavery," Julian pronounced, "in August,
1915. That slavery may or may not be good for them. To be frank,
I think it depends entirely upon the constitution of your Council.
It is so much to the good, Bishop, that you are there."
"Our Council, such as it is," Fenn remarked acidly, "consists of
men elected to their position by the votes of a good many millions
of their fellow toilers."
"The people may have chosen wisely," was the grave reply, "or they
may have made mistakes. Such things have been known. By the bye,
I suppose that my durance is at an end?"
"It is at an end, whichever way you decide," Catherine declared.
"Now that you know everything, though, you will not hesitate to
give up the packet?"
"You shall have it," he agreed. "I will give it back into your
hands."
"The sooner the better!" Fenn exclaimed eagerly. "And, Mr. Orden,
one word."
Julian was standing amongst them now, very drawn and pale in the
dim halo of light thrown down from the hanging lamp. His
answering monosyllable was cold and restrained.
"Well?"
"I trust you will understand," Fenn continued, "that Bright and I
were simply carrying out orders.
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