On the morning following the conclave in Belgrave Square, the Right
Honourable Mervin Brown received two extremely distinguished visitors in
Downing Street. It was doubtful whether the Prime Minister was
altogether at his best. There was a certain amount of irritability
rankling beneath his customary air of bonhommie. He motioned his callers
to take chairs, however, and listened attentively to the few words of
introduction which his secretary thought necessary.
"This is General Dumesnil, sir, of the French Staff, and Monsieur
Pouilly of the French Cabinet. They have called according to
appointment, on Government business."
"Very glad to see you, gentlemen," was the Prime Minister's brisk
welcome. "Sorry I can't talk French to you. Politics, these last ten
years, haven't left us much time for the outside graces."
Monsieur Pouilly at once took the floor. He was a thin, dark man with a
beautifully trimmed black beard, flashing black eyes, and thoughtful,
delicate features. He was attired in the frock coat and dark trousers of
diplomatic usage, and he appeared to somewhat resent the brown tweed
suit and soft collar of the man who was receiving him.
"Mr. Mervin Brown," he began, "you will kindly look upon our visit as
official. We are envoys from Monsieur le Président and the French
Government. General Dumesnil has accompanied me, in case our
conversation should turn upon military matters here or at the War
Office."
The General saluted. The Prime Minister bowed a little awkwardly.
"So far as I am concerned," the latter declared, "I will be perfectly
frank with you from the start. I know nothing whatever about military
affairs. My job is to govern this country, to make the most of its
resources, and to bring prosperity to its citizens from the English
Channel to the North Sea. We don't need soldiers and never shall, that I
can see. I am firmly convinced that the days of wars are over. The
government of every country in the world is getting into the hands of
the democracy, and the democracy don't want war and never did. If any of
the more quarrelsome folk on the continent get scrapping, well, my
conception of my duty is to keep out of it."
Monsieur Pouilly restrained himself. To judge from his appearance,
however, it was not altogether an easy matter.
"You belong, sir," he said, "to a type of statesman whose rise to power
in this country some of us have watched with a certain amount of
concern, for although it is not my mission here to-day to talk politics,
I am yet bound to remind you that you do not stand alone. The very
League of Nations upon which you rely imposes certain obligations upon
you, some actual, some understood. It is to discuss the situation
arising from your neglect to make the provisions called for in that
agreement that I am here to-day."
Mr. Mervin Brown glanced at some figures which his secretary had laid
before him.
"You complain, I presume, of the reduction of our standing army?" he
observed.
"We complain of that," Monsieur Pouilly replied, "and we complain also
of the gradually decreasing interest shown by your Government in matters
of æronautics, artillery, and naval construction. We learnt our lesson
in 1914. If trouble should come again, our country would once more be
the sufferer. You would no doubt do everything that was expected of you,
in time. Before you were ready, however, France would be ruined. You
entered into certain obligations under the League of Nations. My
Government begs to call your attention to the fact that you are not
fulfilling them."
"It is my intention within the course of the next few months," Mervin
Brown declared, "to lay before the League of Nations a scheme for total
disarmament."
Monsieur Pouilly was staggered. A little exclamation escaped the
General.
"What about those nations," the latter enquired, "who were left outside
the League? What of Russia, for instance?"
"Russia is a great and peaceful republic," Mervin Brown replied. "All
her efforts are devoted towards industrial development. No nation would
have less to gain by a return to militarism."
"Pardon, monsieur, but how do you know anything about Russia?" Monsieur
Pouilly asked. "You have not a single secret service agent there, and
your ambassadors are ambassadors of commerce."
"I know what every one else knows," Mervin Brown declared. "Our
commercial travellers are our secret service agents. They travel where
they please in Russia."
"And Germany?" the General queried.
"I defy you to say that there is the slightest indication of any
militarism in Germany," the Prime Minister insisted. "I was there myself
only a few months ago. The country is quiet and moving on now to a new
prosperity. I am absolutely and entirely convinced that the world has
nothing to fear from either Russia or Germany."
"Have you any theory, sir," General Dumesnil enquired, "as to why Russia
refused to join the League of Nations?"
"None whatever," was the genial acknowledgment. "Russia was left out at
the start through jealous statesmanship, and afterwards she preferred
her independence. I have every sympathy with her attitude."
"One more question," the soldier begged. "Are you aware, sir, that since
Japan left the League of Nations on the excuse of her isolation, she has
been building æroplanes and battleships on a new theory, instigated, if
you please, by China?"
"And look at her last balance sheet as a result of it," was the prompt
retort. "If a nation chooses to make herself a bankrupt by building war
toys, no one in the world can help her. Legislation of that sort is
foolish and simply an incitement to revolution. Look at the difference
in our country. Our income tax is practically abolished, our industrial
troubles are over. Our credit never stood so high, the wealth of the
country was never so great. We are satisfied. A peaceful nation makes
for peace. The rattling of the sabre incites military disturbance. Do
not ask us, gentlemen, to train armies or build ships."
"We ask you only to keep your covenant," Monsieur Pouilly pronounced
stiffly.
"Who does keep it?" the Prime Minister demanded. "The world is governed
now by common sense and humanity. I look upon a war of aggression on the
part of any country as a sheer impossibility."
"What about a war of revenge?" the General enquired quietly.
"You can search Germany from end to end," Mervin Brown declared, "and
find no trace of any spirit of the sort. I am sorry if I am a
disappointment to you, gentlemen, but the present Government views your
attitude without sympathy. General Richardson is expecting a visit from
you this morning at the War Office, and he will give you any information
you desire. An appointment has also been made for you this afternoon at
the Admiralty. You are doing me the honour of dining with me here
to-morrow night to meet certain members of my Cabinet, and we will, if
you choose, discuss the matter further then. I have thought it best to
place my views clearly before you, however, at the outset of your visit
here."
The Frenchmen rose a few minutes later and took their leave,
ceremoniously but with obvious discontent. The Prime Minister leaned
back in his chair and awaited his secretary's return with a
well-satisfied smile. In a few minutes the latter presented himself.
"Well, Franklin," the great man said, "I've let them hear the truth for
once. Plain speaking, eh?"
The young man bowed.
"They certainly know your views, sir."
The Minister glanced at his subordinate sharply.
"What's the matter with you this morning, Franklin?" he demanded.
"There is nothing the matter with me, thank you, sir," was the quiet
reply.
"You're not going to tell me that you disapprove of my attitude?"
"By no means, sir," the young man assured his Chief hastily,--"not
altogether, that is to say. At the same time, one wonders how far those
two men represent the feeling of France."
His Chief shrugged his shoulders.
"The military spirit is hard to kill," he said. "It is in the blood of
most Frenchmen. They are not big enough to understand that the world is
moving on to greater things. What did they say to you before they left?"
"Nothing much, sir. The General just asked me whether I thought you
would soon be content to leave London unpoliced."
"What rubbish! Any one else for me to see this morning?"
"You promised to give Lord Dorminster ten minutes," the young man
reminded him. "He is in the anteroom now."
The Prime Minister frowned.
"Dorminster," he repeated. "He is a nephew of the man who was always
worrying the Government to reëstablish the secret service. I remember he
came to see me the other day, declared that his uncle had been
murdered, and a secret dispatch from Germany stolen. I wonder he didn't
wind up with a report that the Chinese were on their way to seize
Ireland!"
"It is the same man, sir."
"Well, I suppose I'd better see him and get it over," his Chief declared
irritably. "If only one could make these people realize how far behind
the times they are!"
Nigel was shown in, a few minutes later. Mr. Mervin Brown was gracious
but terse.
"I haven't had the opportunity of congratulating you upon becoming one
of our hereditary legislators, Lord Dorminster, since you took your seat
in the House of Lords," he said. "Pray let me do so now. I hope that we
may count upon your support."
"My support, sir," Nigel replied, "will be given to any Party which will
take the urgent necessary steps to protect this country against a great
danger."
"God bless my soul!" the Prime Minister exclaimed. "Another of you!"
"I can only guess who my predecessors were," Nigel continued, smiling,
"but I will frankly confess that the object of my visit is to beg you to
reëstablish our secret service in Germany, Russia and China."
"Nothing," the other declared, "would induce me to do anything of the
sort."
"Are you aware," Nigel enquired, "that there is a considerable foreign
secret service at work in this country at the present moment?"
"I am not aware of it, and I don't believe it," was the blunt retort.
"I have absolute proof," Nigel insisted. "Not only that, but two
ex-secret service men whom my uncle sent out to Germany and Russia on
his own account were murdered there as soon as they began to get on the
track of certain things which had been kept secret. A report from one of
these men got through and was stolen from my uncle's library in Belgrave
Square on the day he was murdered. You will remember that I placed all
these facts before you on the occasion of a previous visit."
Mervin Brown nodded.
"Anything else?" he asked patiently.
"You know that a special envoy from China is on his way here at the
present moment to meet Immelan?"
"Oscar Immelan, the German Commissioner?"
"The same," Nigel assented.
"A most delightful fellow," the Prime Minister declared warmly, "and a
great friend to this country."
"I must take the liberty of disagreeing with you," Nigel rejoined,
"because I know very well that he is our bitter enemy. Prince Shan, who
is on his way from China to meet him, is the envoy of the one country
outside Europe whom we might fear. We sit still and do nothing. We have
no means of knowing what may be plotted against us here in London. At
least a polite request might be sent to Prince Shan to ask him to pay
you a visit and disclose the nature of his conference with Immelan."
"If he cares to come, we shall be glad to see him," Mervin Brown
replied, "but I for one shall not go out of my way to talk politics."
"Do you know what politics are, sir?" Nigel asked, in a sudden fury.
The Prime Minister's eyes flashed for a moment. He controlled himself,
however, and rang the bell.
"I have an idea that I do," he answered. "A few millions of my fellow
countrymen believe the same thing, or I should not be here. I think that
you know what my principles are, Lord Dorminster. I am here to govern
this country for the benefit of the people. We don't want to govern any
one else's country, we don't want to meddle in any one else's affairs.
Least of all do we want to revert to the times when your uncle was a
young man, and every country in Europe was sitting with drawn sword,
trusting nobody, fearing everybody, living in a state of nerves, with
the roll of the drum always in their ears. The best preventative of war,
in my opinion, is not to believe in it. Good morning, Lord Dorminster."
It was a dismissal against which there was no appeal. Nigel followed the
secretary from the room.
"You found the Chief a little bit ratty this morning, I expect, Lord
Dorminster," the latter remarked. "We've had the French Mission here."
"Mr. Mervin Brown has at least the virtue of knowing his own mind,"
Nigel replied dryly.