Then, as the rapid metallic click again broke the silence, the clerk, in monotonous tones, exclaimed,—
“From Lobetski, St Petersburg, via Hamburg. To Earl of Warnham.—A proclamation signed by the Tzar declaring war against England has just been received at the Foreign Office, but it is as yet kept secret. It will probably be posted in the streets this evening. Greatest activity prevails at the War Office and Admiralty. Regiments in the military districts of Charkoff, Odessa, Warsaw and Kieff have received orders to complete their cadres of officers to war strength, recalling to the colours all officers on the retired list and on leave. This is a preliminary step to the complete mobilisation of the Russian forces. All cipher messages now refused.”
The Earl, with frantic effort, grasped at the edge of the table, then staggered unevenly, and sank back into a chair, rigid and speechless.
Chapter Five.
Lord Warnham’s Admission.
“Anything further?” inquired the great statesman in a low, mechanical tone, his gaze fixed straight before him as he sat.
“Nothing further, your Lordship,” answered the telegraphist.
The Earl of Warnham sighed deeply, his thin hands twitching with a nervous excitement he strove in vain to suppress.