By the bye," he went on, in an altered tone, "there is
one question which I have always had in my mind to ask you. If I
do so now, will you please understand that if you think it best
you need not answer me?"
"Certainly," Catherine replied.
"From what source did you get your information which saved us
all?"
"It came to me from a man who is dead," was the quiet answer.
The Bishop looked steadily ahead at the row of signal lights.
"There was a young foreigner, some weeks ago," he said "a Baron
Hellman--quite a distinguished person, I believe--who was
discovered shot in his rooms."
She acquiesced silently.
"If you were to go to the Home Office and were able to persuade
them to treat you candidly, I think that you could discover some
wonderful things," she confided. "I wish I could believe that the
Baron was the only one who has been living in this country,
unsuspected, and occupying a prominent position, who was really in
the pay of Germany."
"It was a very subtle conspiracy," the Bishop remarked
thoughtfully, "subtle because, in a sense, it appeared so genuine.
It appealed to the very best instincts of thinking men."
"Good has come out of it, at any rate," she reminded him.
"Westminster Buildings is now the centre of patriotic England.
Labour was to have brought the war to an end--for Germany. It is
Labour which is going to win the victory--for England."
The train rolled into the station and rapidly disgorged its crowd
of passengers, amongst whom Julian was one of the first to alight.
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