That
is why I have appealed with my pen to Labour, to end this war.
That is why I shall go willingly as your representative to the
Prime Minister to-night."
The Bishop held out his hand. There was a little reverent hush,
for his words were in the nature of a benediction.
"And may God be with you, our messenger," he said solemnly.
CHAPTER XVI
Julian, duly embarked upon his mission, was kept waiting an
unexpectedly short time in the large but gloomy apartment into
which Mr. Stenson's butler had somewhat doubtfully ushered him.
The Prime Minister entered with an air of slight hurry. He was
also somewhat surprised.
"My dear Orden," he exclaimed, holding out his hand, "what can I
do for you?"
"A great deal," Julian replied gravely. "First of all, though, I
have an explanation to make."
"I am afraid," Mr. Stenson regretted, "that I am too much engaged
this evening to enter into any personal matters. I am expecting a
messenger here on very important official business."
"I am that messenger," Julian announced.
Mr. Stenson started. His visitor's tone was serious and
convincing.
"I fear that we are at loggerheads. It is an envoy from the
Labour Party whom I am expecting."
"I am that envoy."
"You?" Mr. Stenson exclaimed, in blank bewilderment.
"I ought to explain a little further, perhaps. I have been
writing on Labour questions for some time under the pseudonym of
`Paul Fiske'."
"Paul Fiske?" Mr. Stenson gasped.
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