Part 45 (2/2)
”You shall suffer for these words,” Selingman thundered. ”You young fool, you shall bite the dust, you and hundreds of thousands of your cowardly fellows, when the German flag flies from Buckingham Palace.”
Norgate held up his hand and turned towards the door. Two men in plain clothes entered.
”That may be a sight,” Norgate said calmly, ”which you, at any rate, will not be permitted to see. I have had some trouble in arranging for your arrest, as we are not yet under martial law, but I think you will find your way to the Tower of London before long, and I hope it will be with your back to the light and a dozen rifles pointing to your heart.”
A third man had come into the room. He tapped Selingman on the shoulder and whispered in his ear.
”I demand to see your warrant!” the latter exclaimed.
The officer produced it. Selingman threw it on the floor and spat upon it. He looked around the room, in the further corner of which two men and a woman were standing upon chairs to look over the heads of the little crowd.
”Take me where you will,” he snarled. ”You are a rotten, treacherous, cowardly race, you English, and I hate you all. You can kill me first, if you will, but in two months' time you shall learn what it is like to wait hand and foot upon your conquerors.”
He strode out of the room, a guard on either side of him and the door closed. One woman had fainted. Mrs. Paston Benedek was swaying back and forth upon the cus.h.i.+oned fender, sobbing hysterically. Norgate stood by her side.
”I have forgotten the names,” he announced pointedly, ”of many of that fellow's dupes. I am content to forget them. I am off now,” he went on, his tone becoming a little kinder. ”I am telling you the truth. It's war.
You men had better look up any of the forces that suit you and get to work. We shall all be needed. There is work, too, for the women, any quant.i.ty of it. My wife will be leaving again for France next week with the first Red Cross Ambulance Corps. I dare say she will be glad to hear from any one who wants to help.”
”I shall be a nurse,” Mrs. Paston Benedek decided. ”I am sick of bridge and amusing myself.”
”The costume is quite becoming,” Mrs. Barlow murmured, glancing at herself in the looking-gla.s.s, ”and I adore those poor dear soldiers.”
”Well, I'll leave you to it,” Norgate declared. ”Good luck to you all!”
They crowded around him, shaking him by the hand, still besieging him with questions about Selingman. He shook his head good-humouredly and made his way towards the door.
”There's nothing more to tell you,” he concluded. ”Selingman is just one of the most dangerous spies who has ever worked in this country, but the war itself was inevitable. We've known that for years, only we wouldn't believe it. We'll all meet again, perhaps, in the work later on.”
Late that night, Norgate stood hand in hand with Anna at the window of their little sitting-room. Down in the Strand, the newsboys were shouting the ominous words. The whole of London was stunned. The great war had come!
”It's wonderful, dear,” Anna whispered, ”that we should have had these few days of so great happiness. I feel brave and strong now for our task.”
Norgate held her closely to him.
”We've been in luck,” he said simply. ”We were able to do something pretty soon. I have had the greatest happiness in life a man can have.
Now I am going to offer my life to my country and pray that it may be spared for you. But above all, whatever happens,” he added, leaning a little further from the window towards where the curving lights gleamed across the black waters of the Thames, ”above all, whatever may happen to us, we are face to face with one splendid thing--a great country to fight for, and a just cause. I saw Hebblethwaite as I came in. He is a changed man. Talks about raising an immense citizen army in six months. Both his boys have taken up commissions. Hebblethwaite himself is going around the country, recruiting. They are his people, after all. He has given them their prosperity at the expense, alas! of our safety. It's up to them now to prove whether the old spirit is there or not. We shall need two million men. Hebblethwaite believes we shall get them long before the camps are ready to receive them. If we do, it will be his justification.”
”And if we don't?” Anna murmured.
Norgate threw his head a little further back.
”Most pictures,” he said, ”have two sides, but we need only look at one.
I am going to believe that we shall get them. I am going to remember the only true thing that fellow Selingman ever said: that our lesson had come before it is too late. I am going to believe that the heart and conscience of the nation is still a live thing. If it is, dear, the end is certain. And I am going to believe that it is!”
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