THE FUTURE
On the way back to the saloon a further truth began to dawn upon
Ruxton. Nor did he lose a moment in challenging his host when they
reached the luxurious apartment.
"You have brought those cylinders away. May I ask why?" he enquired.
The Prince had seated himself, and was in the act of lighting a cigar.
He desisted, and held his case out towards his guest. Ruxton helped
himself and waited.
The other stared thoughtfully at the cigar which remained poised in his
lean fingers. Then he raised his brilliant eyes, and the Englishman
realized that the moment of lightness, of almost schoolboyish delight
at the sense of danger had entirely passed. The eyes shone
passionately, and reminded him sharply of the expressive eyes of the
woman who had appealed for humanity with him on the brink of the
Yorkshire cliffs.
"Why? Because I have convinced you of my submersible. Because for that
reason I have determined to deprive the German Government of the use of
my U-rays for an indefinite period. Perhaps forever. Listen, there is
only one man knows that I have an installation of that light on my ship
besides ourselves, and that man is--Ludovic. I have installed it with
my own hands. The installation on the submersible dreadnought which you
saw was the first effort in that direction, and the Government believe
it to be purely experimental. Well, the experiment has--failed. That is
all." He shrugged.
"But you will be forced to try again."
"And it will fail--again. Ach, so! I would rather unship my plant, and
fling my models to the bottom of the sea, where they may help to light
up the world of crabs, than that my Government should acquire one
single added threat against humanity."
The next few moments were silently occupied in lighting their cigars.
Ruxton had no words with which to answer him. He was thinking deeply,
comparing this man's attitude towards the country which claimed him
with his own feelings for his island home. He wondered what his
attitude would have been had their positions been reversed; if he, as
an Englishman, had been such a power, through his discoveries, for
aiding his country. To his shame he was forced to the conclusion that
this white-haired Pole was a greater man than he could ever hope to be.
The difference between them lay in the difference between a perfervid
patriotism, and the Prince's overwhelming love of humanity inspired by
the abyss of horror into which a blind devotion to his country had
flung him. This man had passed the great dividing line where the
uplifted spirit renounces the claims of earthly passion in favor of the
call of the voice of the soul. The cause of humanity now dominated
every other emotion. Somehow his own fervor of patriotism suffered
severely by the comparison, and so he found himself with no words in
which to answer.
The old man rose from his chair and passed into his private stateroom.
A few moments later he returned with two rolls of papers, neatly
secured by tapes and seals.
He had closed the door. He was about to cross over to his guest. But in
a moment he was held rigid where he stood. A dull boom roared out
somewhere overhead and vibrated down the entire length of the vessel.
His eyes were wide and attentive. But there was no fear in them. Ruxton
started up from the lounge on which he had been sitting. A thrilling
excitement shone in his eyes.
"Is it a--mine?" he cried sharply.
The Prince shook his head.
"There would be nothing of us left at this moment," he said. "Wait! You
can feel the steady throb of the engines. No, it was a gun. It was a
bursting shell from one of the silent guns. They can see our periscope,
and are firing across us--to heave to. Hark! There goes another."
Again came a terrific detonation. But the vessel ploughed on.
"Presently they will fire to hit our periscope and make us rise to the
surface. Von Salzinger has gone further than I had dared to hope."
"Hope?"
"He will pay for this with his position."
"But if they hit our periscope?"
The Prince shrugged.
"It will make no difference. We shall not rise till it suits us. We
have the light. Already we must be nearly through the mine-field. Once
we are through the mines Ludovic could make the journey seawards
blindfold."
The Prince crossed over to his chair, and laid the sealed rolls on the
table beside him. He did not speak. He was obviously listening.
Presently another sharp explosion sounded overhead, and his eyes lit.
"Ah, I thought Von Salzinger would not resist it. You see, he is a
Prussian." He smiled, but his eyes had lost their humor. "That was
shrapnel," he went on. "Its bursting is unmistakable. But he will not
hit the periscope."
Again silence fell between them, and both smoked on with every sense
alert. There was another explosion overhead. Then another and another.
Still the vibrations of the engines continued. The two waited some time
for the next explosion, but it was delayed. At last the Prince rose
from his seat and passed out of the room. He was away for some moments.
During his absence Ruxton never stirred a muscle. His cigar had gone
out. He was still listening acutely.
Finally the Prince returned, and Ruxton's eyes put their question
plainly.
"We have completely passed the mine-field. We are also completely
submerged," said the Prince. "We need no longer concern ourselves with
Von Salzinger."
Ruxton drew a deep breath. He relit his cigar, while the other seemed
to dismiss the subject from his mind entirely. The excitement of the
escape had passed, and with the passing of it, it had robbed him of all
lightness. His large eyes darkened, and a frowning of his bushy brows
gave him an appearance of depression.
Ruxton, watching him, wondered what next was to be the display of this
extraordinary creature. Nor had he long to wait.
"You have seen at--Borga?" he demanded.
"More--than I was prepared for, in spite of all you and the Princess
had told me."
"Yes. Tell me. Tell me about it."
Ruxton drew his feet up on the lounge. His dark eyes were on the
white-whiskered face of his host, but they had become deeply
introspective.
"I wonder how many years we have before it--comes."
"Perhaps--ten."
"Ten? Yes, I suppose so." The Englishman's eyes were full of a deep
pondering. "And then war. War upon Britain alone. The rest of the world
cajoled into quiescence through self-interest, and the memory of the
horrors of the late war. Yes, a sudden and swift descent upon our
overseas commerce. The wholesale wrecking, and terrorizing by
slaughter. Every ship bound for our shores must be captured or sunk.
This must occur simultaneously in all parts of the world. Then the
complete ringing round of these islands, and a naval warfare against us
with this new type of battle-ship, the submersible dreadnought. From a
naval point of view, with our own submarine vessels, doubtless it is
calculated that we might hold our own. But meanwhile our islands would
be starved, and our country brought to its knees. All our defences
against submarine attack in the past would be rendered useless by the
U-rays light. It is certainly a picture to intimidate the stoutest
heart. And then? What lies behind this? I can see it in your eyes
that--there is more behind it all."
The Prince leant forward with that swiftness of action which indicates
a tumultuous stream of thought surging to find expression.
"Ach, that is so. That is all so. But you are right. There is
more--much more," he cried, his lean hands tenaciously grasping the
polished arms of his chair. "You have all talked world domination. You
have all vaguely known that that was Germany's object in the last war,
and in which she failed. No one knows better than Germany why she
failed. It does not need the Englishman to remind her. Since then she
has changed her whole plans, and now they are more far-reaching than
ever. She has abandoned Napoleonic for the ancient Roman methods.
Germany, once she has wrested sea power from Britain, will live in a
state of war with the whole world. The procedure will be an attack
upon, and annexation of, every small state in turn. And each small
state so acquired will pay its own bill. She will consolidate each
territory as she possesses it, and so long as her war methods continue
they will be bled white. So she will build up in every corner of the
earth, and in the process she will prosper exceedingly, as did the
great Roman Empire. And throughout this reign of terror, while the
outward seeming of civilization will increase a hundredfold, all
spiritual life, and the culture of the human soul, will go back some
two thousand years. We are this moment at the world's greatest crisis.
One slip, one wrong move, and the great structure of the human soul
will fall with a crash to the bowels of an abyss two thousand years
deep. For the moment every seeing eye looks to Britain. For the moment,
at this terrible crisis, Britain alone stands a bulwark that can save
the human race from its tragedy. Salvation lies in the supremacy of the
seas, which, thank God, is still in the keeping of your country.
Britain must keep it. She must hold to it with all the bulldog tenacity
for which she is famous. She must keep that mastery, not alone for her
own security, but for the security of the whole human race!"
The man ran his lean fingers through his shock of white hair. And the
action was an expression of relief from tension. A great light was
shining in his eyes, a light which told Ruxton Farlow of the hot soul
burning within. He knew, had known before, the truth of all this man
had just stated, and the corroboration of his own knowledge, through
the lips of another, fell with added weight.
He shifted his position. The urgency of all that had been said, all he
had witnessed, now, as such things always did, drove him to
considerations which bore actively upon the situation.
"Yes," he said, without emotion, "you have drawn a true picture. A
picture which we, who care, have held in our imagination ever since the
signing of that disastrous peace. Now I have witnessed for myself all
that Germany is preparing." He paused, in deep thought, and the other
waited anxiously.
"Let us consider now the risks and dangers of the moment," Ruxton went
on again presently. He glanced up at the ceiling. The artificial lights
were still shining. "We are still submerged. Therefore we are not yet
in the open sea. A very real threat still hangs over us--over you. It
will still hang over you when I am safely landed on my Yorkshire coast."
The shining light of the Prince's eyes was passing. His interest was
not in his own safety. He shrugged.
"There is no danger for me. With Van Salzinger it is different."
"But you have broken the most vital of Borga's regulations. _Can_ the
German naval authorities overlook that? Will there be no question? Will
you not be forced to produce your nephew to be confronted by--Von
Salzinger?"
A look of doubt crept into the old man's eyes, and Ruxton knew that his
warning had struck home.
"That possibility had not occurred to me," he said, with undisturbed
simplicity.
For some moments Ruxton watched him in silence.
"How will you meet--that?" he demanded at last.
The man shrugged again.
"I must think of it. There will be a way."
"Just so. There is a way, Prince," said Ruxton, suddenly bestirring
himself. "It is simple. Your real cause is the cause of humanity. Why
not defy the claims of Germany? Abandon her, and yield your life to the
cause so dear to your heart. Will you not land on the Yorkshire coast
with me? A great welcome will await you. And--your daughter--she is in
England already."
Having launched his appeal, Ruxton sat back in his seat and waited with
a tense patience. Vast affairs were hanging in the balance, waiting
upon the decision of this man, who was perhaps the mechanical genius of
the country which claimed him.
After a while the Prince slowly shook his head. And the lack of impulse
he displayed warned the other that his decision was irrevocable.
"No," he said. "To do so would be to destroy all the possibilities of
the future for our cause. You will see. It is equally simple. Were I to
abandon my work for Germany in the manner you suggest, they would know
that I had betrayed them--and their secrets. All we have gained by the
knowledge of their secrets would be lost. Then--though it matters
nothing to me, for I do not value it beyond the help I can give to
humanity--my life would be destroyed as sure as day follows night. No.
I go back to my shops, and to my work. I will meet every emergency as
it arises. Should I fall to this man Von Salzinger I can always beat
the authorities, and--make my escape."
"You are sure?"
"Ach, yes."
"Then prepare from this moment for that escape. You will have to make
it. Of that I am equally--sure."
Ruxton's eyes were smiling, but without lightness. And the two men
smiled into each other's eyes for some silent moments.
The Prince was the first to break the spell. It was with a glance up at
the skylight overhead.
"See," he cried, not without satisfaction. "There comes the daylight.
We are on the high seas. All danger is past."
"Immediate danger," corrected Ruxton.
"Ach, so. Yes, 'immediate.'"
The old man turned to the two rolls of paper on the table beside him.
He picked them up and fondled them tenderly with his long fingers. They
were to him something very precious, and--he was about to part from
them.
Suddenly he held them out towards his guest. The shining light had
returned to his eyes. Again had mounted to that splendid brain the hot
desire to speak from the bottom of his heart.
"Take them! Take them!" he cried passionately. "They are my children. I
give them for the world. They must grow, and do for the world all that
I have dreamed of into their creation. They are the plans, drawn and
written in English by my own hands. No eyes but mine have seen them,
and there are no others in existence. They are the plans of the U-rays
light, which, by taking from them the cylinders you brought away, I
have robbed Germany of the use of, and the plans of this submersible.
Safeguard them as you would your life, and lose not a moment in forcing
your slow country to construct. We have agreed that you have ten years,
and in ten years you can do much, if you do not let your country
meanwhile sleep."
Ruxton took the proffered rolls and held them a moment while his eyes
rested introspectively upon the seals.
"And the price?" he demanded, in a firm voice.
"The price! Himmel, the price!" The Prince threw up his hands in a
gesture of dismay. "The price!" he repeated. "The price when humanity
stands at the threshold of disaster! Ach! You are a true Englishman."
He rose from his seat and moved hurriedly across to his stateroom. At
the door he paused and turned.
"There is no price," he said, and his big eyes were alight with a
whimsical smile.