“It shall not be lost,” Bellamy promised. “If Von Behrling has played the traitor to us, then he will go back to his country. In that case, I will have the money from him without a doubt. If, on the other hand, he was honest to us and a traitor to his country, as I firmly believe, it may not yet be too late.”
“Let us hope not,” Sir James declared. “Bellamy,” he continued, a note of agitation trembling in his tone, “I need not tell you, I am sure, how important this matter is. You work like a mole in the dark, yet you have brains,—you understand. Let me tell you how things are with us. A certain amount of confidence is due to you, if to any one. I may tell you that at the Cabinet Council to-day a very serious tone prevailed. We do not understand in the least the attitude of several of the European Powers. It can be understood only under certain assumptions. A note of ours sent through the Ambassador to Vienna has remained unanswered for two days. The German Ambassador has left unexpectedly for Berlin on urgent business. We have just heard, too, that a secret mission from Russia left St. Petersburg last night for Paris. Side by side with all this,” Sir James continued, “the Czar is trying to evade his promised visit here. The note we have received speaks of his health. Well, we know all about that. We know, I may tell you, that his health has never been better than at the present moment.”
“It all means one thing and one thing only,” Bellamy affirmed. “In Vienna and Berlin to-day they look at an Englishman and smile. Even the man in the street seems to know what is coming.”
Sir James leaned a little back in his seat. His hands were tightly clenched, and there was a fierce light in his hollow eyes. Those who were intimate with him knew that he had aged many years during the last few weeks.
“The cruel part is,” he said softly, “that it should have come in my administration, when for ten years I have prayed from the Opposition benches for the one thing which would have made us safe to-day.”
“An army,” murmured Bellamy.
“The days are coming,” Sir James continued, “when those who prated of militarism and the security of our island walls will see with their own eyes the ruin they have brought upon us. Secretly we are mobilizing all that we have to mobilize,” he added, with a little sigh. “At the very best, however, our position is pitiful. Even if we are prepared to defend, I am afraid that we shall see things on the Continent in which we shall be driven to interfere, or else suffer the greatest blow which our prestige has ever known. If we could only tell what was coming!” he wound up, looking once more at those empty sheets of paper. “It is this darkness which is so alarming!”
Bellamy turned toward the door.
“You have the telephone in your bedroom, sir?” he asked.
“Yes, ring me up at any time in the night or morning, if you have news.”