The Devil's Paw eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 248 pages of information about The Devil's Paw.

The Devil's Paw eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 248 pages of information about The Devil's Paw.

There were one or two amongst those present in the Council room at Westminster that evening, who noted and never forgot a certain indefinable dignity which seemed to come to Stenson’s aid and enabled him to face what must have been an unwelcome and anxious ordeal without discomposure or disquiet.  He entered the room accompanied by Julian and Phineas Cross, and he had very much the air of a man who has come to pay a business visit, concerning the final issue of which there could be no possible doubt.  He shook hands with the Bishop gravely but courteously, nodded to the others with whom he was acquainted, asked the names of the few strangers present, and made a careful mental note of what industries and districts they represented.  He then accepted a chair by the side of the Bishop, who immediately opened the proceedings.

“My friends,” the latter began, “as I sent word to you a little time ago, Mr. Stenson has preferred to bring you his answer himself.  Our ambassador—­Mr. Julian Orden—­waited upon him at Downing Street at the hour arranged upon, and, in accordance with his wish to meet you all, Mr. Stenson is paying us this visit.”

The Bishop hesitated, and the Prime Minister promptly drew his chair a little farther into the circle.

“Gentlemen,” he said, “the issue which you have raised is so tremendous, and its results may well be so catastrophic, that I thought it my duty to beg Mr. Orden to arrange for me to come and speak to you all, to explain to you face to face why, on behalf of His Majesty’s Government, I cannot do your bidding.”

“You don’t want peace, then?” one of the delegates from the other side of the table asked bluntly.

“We do not,” was the quiet reply.  “We are not ready for it.”

“The country is,” Fenn declared firmly.  “We are.”

“So your ambassador has told me,” was the calm reply.  “In point of numbers you may be said, perhaps, to represent the nation.  In point of intellect, of knowledge—­of inner knowledge, mind—­I claim that I represent it.  I tell you that a peace now, even on the terms which your Socialist allies in Germany have suggested, would be for us a peace of dishonour.”

“Will you tell us why?” the Bishop begged.

“Because it is not the peace we promised our dead or our living heroes,” Mr. Stenson said slowly.  “We set out to fight for democracy—­your cause.  That fight would be a failure if we allowed the proudest, the most autocratic, the most conscienceless despot who ever sat upon a throne to remain in his place.”

“But that is just what we shall not do,” Fenn interrupted.  “Freistner has assured us of that.  The peace is not the Kaiser’s peace.  It is the peace of the Socialist Party in Germany, and the day the terms are proclaimed, democracy there will score its first triumph.”

“I find neither in the European Press nor in the reports of our secret service agents the slightest warrant for any such supposition,” Mr. Stenson pronounced with emphasis.

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