they’re quite excited about it. Don’t think those are all useless evening frocks. I particularly said a travelling gown, some tweeds and simple hats.”
“You are an angel!” she told him. “All the same—”
“Well?”
“I am not going to say anything more. I am too happy to protest. I will talk reasonably about the clothes and everything soon—not now.”
“I can quite see,” he said, “why Mr. Leopold Benjamin chose you for his perfect secretary. You have the practical mind.”
“Wait till I get it working,” she warned him. “You must remember that even Mr. Benjamin’s chosen secretary, in hell one moment and in heaven the next, is finding it a little difficult to keep her feet upon the ground. But please let me warn you of this. You may be King Cophetua himself, but I am only going to have from that woman one travelling gown and perhaps one other, two hats, and someone will have to get me a pair of shoes. I have crossed the Atlantic with less than that. The oddments—if you are going to let me have a little money—I know where to get myself.”
“We’ll deal with this soufflé,” he suggested, “and come to terms later on and then I’ll show you whether I can be practical, too.”
He crossed the room and lifted the telephone receiver.
“Is Mr. Herodin in his room?” he asked.
“And speaking.”
“I need your help, Herodin,” Charles said. “Mildenhall speaking.”
“I will step up to your room at once, sir.”
“Even when we have finished dinner,” Charles remarked as he resumed his seat, “you two will be too exhausted to discuss plans seriously. I must tell you, however, that there is a serious situation to be faced. The news to-day seems to be better but I’m afraid it’s rather a mistake to build upon it. The Germans here all think that because the Führer has consented to receive a Polish envoy there will be no war. I think the people are wrong. That is all I want to say for the moment, but we have to bear it in mind. It may alter our plans.”
There was a knock at the door and Mr. Herodin entered.
“Herodin,” Charles said, “I will not introduce you to my two guests. It will leave you freer to answer any questions you may be asked. I want you to arrange, however, rooms in a strictly private part of your hotel for the young lady and a room also for the gentleman.”
Blute held up his hand.
“Forgive me, Mr. Mildenhall,” he begged. “Through all my misadventures, except for the time I was temporarily cut off from the world, otherwise in prison, I have spent my nights always in one place. I cannot break that rule. I have a very grave responsibility upon my shoulders. Your offer is one of kindness and I will admit that I am not fit to be seen upon the streets, but I am going to make a few little changes in my attire and I can easily reach the place where it is my duty to sleep.”
“That’s quite all right,” Charles agreed. “We’ll fix you up in the style of the perfect Viennese dandy to-morrow morning.”
“You are very kind,” Blute acknowledged, “but I still must leave and enter by the back door.”
“That,” Mr. Herodin observed with a smile, “can be arranged.”
“The young lady,” Charles said, “will be ready for her room in an hour’s time. Will you kindly arrange to have a maid here then to show her where it is and look after her?”
The hôtelier bowed.
“I quite understand, Mr. Mildenhall. I will send a trusted chambermaid here at the time you say and I will have a room in the quietest part of the hotel prepared. I shall be honoured to do anything I can for your guests.”
Charles nodded his acknowledgements. The manager bowed once more and left them.
“Of course, I hope you don’t think I am butting in too much,” Charles observed. “I cannot help treating you two like Babes in the Wood to-night! We will all be more normal to-morrow morning, perhaps.”
“You are being kindness itself,” Patricia declared. “Dear host,” she went on, taking his hand and holding it tightly, “if there is one thing that sometimes makes me shiver with joy, it is the continual reflection that I have not to return to the lodging house where I have spent the last two months. It costs—very little—but it is horrible. I am not used to fear, but I was afraid there.”
“Thank God you’ll never see the beastly place again, then!” Charles exclaimed.
In due course Charles escorted Patricia to the room where the housekeeper and her nieces were waiting. He returned to find Blute with a blissful expression on his face smoking a large cigar.
“The waiter insisted,” he apologized. “This is the first time I have smoked a cigar for five months. I cannot tell you the happiness.”
“Capital! How are you feeling now, Mr. Blute?”
“I am a man again,” the other declared. “What I ache for still is one thing and one thing only—a few serious words with you.”
“I was hoping you might,” was the quiet reply. “I will tell you why, or rather you have it in what I told you a few minutes ago. This country is on the threshold of war. I can tell you pretty well to an hour when that will come.”
“I feared it,” Blute said gloomily. “Here the people are taking it lightly. They are too obsessed all over Austria with this stupefying chaos of German propaganda. They believe that England will threaten and barter and argue, but they do not believe that she will fight.”
“They are wrong. In this room I can talk to you in a way I should not have ventured to a week ago. I have been on a special mission to Poland. On the one hand I have had to convince their leaders of a fact which they were only too ready to accept—that England would keep strictly to her obligations, that France would do the same and that the day Poland was invaded both countries would declare war against Germany. Well, as I said, they were only too eager to believe that. On the other hand, it was my duty to point out to them that no practical aid could be looked for from England or even from France for many months—neither by air, nor by land, nor by sea could we reach her with any fighting forces. She must bear that in mind every time she remembered the pact. Our help would come, our word would be kept but if she went to war at the present moment she must make up her mind that she would have to look after herself for at least six months.”
“What was the reply to that?” Blute asked.
“Well, they listened to me but all the time they shrugged their shoulders, they babbled about the British Fleet, the French Army, our united air strength. The practical side of the matter is that I have been over to drill into them hard facts which they seem determined to ignore. I left them with the plainest statement of the situation, exactly as it exists; and I insisted upon it that not only the politicians but also the Air Field-Marshal, the Commander-in-Chief of the Army and the man who is responsible for their Navy be given the opportunity of listening to me. I battered it into their understandings that they would probably have five to six months’ fighting without a soul to help them except by indirect pressure. It made no difference, I fear. I know for a fact that the
