CHAPTER II

THE ONE-MAN SECRET

With the giving of a few orders relative to his departure in the

morning, the brevity of which showed the character of service he

demanded, Edestone permitted himself to relax. He dropped into an

arm-chair, after lighting a long, black cigar, and pouring out for

himself a comfortable drink of Scotch whisky and soda.

For a few minutes he sat looking into the open fire, while blowing

ring after ring of smoke straight up into the air. The well-trained

servant moved so quietly about the room that his presence was only

called to his attention by the frantic efforts of the smoke rings to

retain their circular shape as they were caught in the current of air

which he created and were sent whirling and twisting to dissolution,

although to the last they clung to every object with which they came

in contact in their futile struggle to escape destruction.

Edestone loved to watch these little smoke phantoms, their first mad

rush to assume their beautiful form and the persistency with which

they clung to it until overtaken by another, were brushed aside, or

else drifted on in wavering elongated outlines and so gradually

disappeared.

They suggested to his fancy the struggling nations of the world,

battling with the currents and cross-currents near the storm-scarred

old earth, and continually endeavouring to rise above their fellows to

some calmer strata, where serene in their original form they could

look down with condescension upon their harassed and broken companions

below.

The little rings were, however, more interesting to him for another

and more practical reason. It was their toroidal movement around a

circular axis which moved independently in any direction that first

suggested to him the principles of his discovery.

Before him the fire upon the hearth sang and crackled as it tore

asunder the elements that had taken untold ages to assemble in their

present form, and with the prodigality of nature was joyfully rushing

them up the chimney to start them again upon their long and weary

journey through the ages.

The bubbles coming into existence in the bottom of his glass, rushing

in myriads through the pale yellow liquid to the top and obliteration,

set the thin glass to vibrating like the sound of distant bells.

From his workshop came the soft purr of rapidly moving machinery,

punctuated now and again by the roar of the heavy railroad trains that

thundered past his little flag station.

Had he seen then what the future had in store for him, had he realized

that he was in that well-beloved environment for the last time, he

would not have hesitated to have gone on along the road that he had

marked out for himself. It would simply have made the wrench at

parting a little bit more severe.

His musing was interrupted by his man, who had attracted his attention

by noiselessly rearranging on the table the objects that were already

in perfect order.

“Mr. Page is outside, sir.”

It was a call to action. Edestone, without changing his position,

said: “Tell him to come in.” And then taking two or three deep puffs

at his cigar, he blew out into the clear space in front of him a large

and perfectly formed ring. Rising he followed it slowly as it drifted

across the room, twisting and circling upon itself. Then with a low

laugh, which was almost a sigh, after sticking his finger through its

shadowy form, with a sweep of his powerful hand he brushed it aside.

“Good-bye, little friend,” he said, “we have had many good times

together, and whatever you may have in store for me, I promise never

to complain. Let us hope that I shall use wisely and well the

knowledge which you have given me.”

Turning quickly at some slight sound, which told him that he was no

longer alone, he threw his shoulders back, and with his head high in

the air there came over his clean-shaven face a look of quiet

determination, a look before which those who were born to rule were so

soon to quail.

Then, with a complete change of manner, upon seeing his old friend and

fellow-workman, his face lighted up, and he laughed:

“Well, old ‘Specs,’ I’m back, you see, and the ‘Dove of Peace’ is

safely caged. He came to hand with scarcely even a struggle.” Then as

he looked down into the other’s worn and haggard eyes which peered up

at him through their round, horn-rimmed spectacles, his voice softened

and he spoke with a touch of compunction.

“By Jove, old chap, you look all in. I’ve been driving you boys a bit

too hard; but don’t you worry. I’m off in the morning, and then you’ll

have a chance to take it easier. Soon our beautiful _Little Peace

Maker_,” he winked, “will be tucked safely away in some quiet

corner, and you scientific fellows can devote all your attention

to your beloved bridge, while I bid up The Hague Conference for a

no-trump hand.

“But to business now. How did the films for the moving pictures come

out?”

“Splendidly.”

“Good. I’ll have you run them over for me presently. I don’t want to

show too much when I give my performances for Royalty, you understand;

just enough to scare them to death. And how about the wireless? Did

you test that out, and tune it to my instruments, as I asked you?”

With a satisfactory answer to this also, he ranged off rapidly into a

dozen other inquiries.

“Does Lee understand exactly where he is to go, and what he is to do,

if by any chance he is discovered there? He does, eh? Well, I don’t

think he need anticipate the slightest trouble in that regard; but

we’ve got to be prepared for every emergency.

“Now, ‘Specs,’ I want you to get off tomorrow night. Leave enough men

about the plant, and have sufficient work going on, so that your

absence may not excite comment. Go by way of Canada, and as soon as

you are safely out of here, take your time and run no unnecessary

risks. As soon as you are settled, communicate with me, once only

every day at exactly twelve o’clock Greenwich time, until I answer

you. I shall then not communicate with you again until this peace game

is up and we are forced to show our hands.”

He paused a moment as if to make sure that he had overlooked nothing;

then resumed his instructions.

“Captain Lee’s men all understand, I believe, that we are playing for

a big stake, and that the work we have on hand is no child’s play; but

it will do no harm to impress it on them again. I sincerely hope that

no rough work will be required; but they may as well realize that I

intend to have absolute obedience, and shall not hesitate at the most

extreme measures to obtain it. They must be drilled until every man

is faultlessly perfect in the part he is to play. We may all be

pronounced outlaws at any time with a price upon our heads, and

therefore, before leaving here, I wish that none be allowed to join

the enterprise except those who willingly volunteer for the sake of

the cause. The men who are unwilling to volunteer, and yet know too

much, must be taken and held _incommunicado_ in some perfectly

safe place until such time as I notify you.

“I think that is all,” he reflected. Then, while the other man watched

him curiously, he stepped to the safe, and opening it brought back a

small, hardwood box about six inches square.

“I have never explained to you, Page,” he said, “the exact

construction of the instrument that is contained in this box. As you

know, there is but one other instrument like this in the world, and

that you know is in a safe place. My reason for not taking anybody

into my confidence was not from any lack of faith in you or my other

trusted associates, but simply in order to be absolutely sure at all

times and under all circumstances that I was the only one in

possession of this secret.”

And turning to the fireplace he threw the box with its contents

directly on to the burning logs.

Page gave a slight gasp as he saw the wooden receptacle catch, and

half stepped forward as if to rescue it, but Edestone quickly raised

an interposing hand. Then he turned to his companion with a smile.

“That was my first very clumsy model. The actual mechanical

construction of this instrument is so simple,” he said, “that I can

at any time construct one which will answer all purposes that I may

require of it until I see you. I intend to amuse myself on the

_Ivernia_ during the crossing constructing a new smaller and

more compact instrument, combining with it one of the receivers which

you have attuned to your wireless. See that these as well as the

following,” handing “Specs” a list of electrical supplies, “are put in

Black’s steamer trunk. And now, let’s have a look at those films.”

He followed this with a tour of inspection of the entire

establishment, although the latter was largely perfunctory in

character, since he knew that for days everything had been in

readiness for his orders, waiting only for his return from Washington;

then returning to his quarters, he tumbled into bed to catch a few

hours of sleep before again whirling off at a sixty-mile-an-hour gait

to board his steamer at the dock.

His plans were completed. His men, down to the lowest helper, were

fellows of tested experience and education, many of them college

graduates, while his “commissioned officers,” as he called them,

numbering sixty, were all experts in their respective lines. They had

been drawn from all ranks of life, from the college laboratory, the

automobile factory, and the war college. There were among them bank

clerks, former commanders of battle-ships, doctors, lawyers, soldiers,

and sailors. In fact, his little world was a perfectly equipped and

smoothly running community with all the departments of a miniature

government, save only a diplomatic service, and that he combined with

his own prerogatives as Executive and Commander-in-Chief.

One thing he did not have in all his company, so far as he knew,--and

that was a weakling. So thoroughly had he sifted them out, and applied

to each of them the acid test, that he was sure he could rely on them,

as he liked to say, “to the last ditch.”

For the rest, although he had taken only a few of them into his

confidence as to his real purposes and intentions, he had assured each

recruit that he would be required to do nothing that was contrary to

his duty to his fellow-man, his country, or his God.

And tomorrow the wheels would be set in motion. The undertaking to

which he had dedicated his life and colossal fortune would be

launched.

It was characteristic of Edestone that no sooner had he laid his head

upon the pillow than his eyes closed, and he slept as peacefully as a

tired child.

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