Tales of Mystery & Suspense: 25+ Thrillers in One Edition. E. Phillips Oppenheim

I have come to see you on the most urgent matter which any one could possibly conceive. I have come to give you the chance to save our country from the worst disaster that has ever befallen her.”

      Mr. Spencer Wyatt looked at his visitor steadily. His eyebrows had drawn a little closer together. He remained silent, however.

      “I talk about the things I know of,” Norgate continued. “By chance I have been associated during the last few weeks with the head of the German spies who infest this country. I have joined his ranks; I have become a double traitor. I do his work, but every report I hand in is a false one.”

      “Do you realise quite what you are saying, Mr. Norgate?”

      “Realise it?” Norgate repeated. “My God! Do you think I come here to say these things to you for dramatic effect, or from a sense of humour, or as a lunatic? Every word I shall say to you is the truth. At the present moment there isn’t a soul who seriously believes that England is going to be drawn into what the papers describe as a little eastern trouble. I want to tell you that that little eastern trouble has been brought about simply with the idea of provoking a European war. Germany is ready to strike at last, and this is her moment. Not a fortnight ago I sat opposite the boy Henriote in a cafe in Soho. My German friend handed him the money to get back to his country and to buy bombs. It’s all part of the plot. Austria’s insane demands are part of the plot; they are meant to drag Russia in. Russia must protest; she must mobilise. Germany is secretly mobilising at this moment. She will declare war against Russia, strike at France through Belgium. She will appeal to us for our neutrality.”

      “These are wonderful things you are saying, Mr. Norgate!”

      “I am telling you the simple truth,” Norgate went on, “and the history of our country doesn’t hold anything more serious or more wonderful. Shall I come straight to the point? I promised to reach it within five minutes.”

      “Take your own time,” the other replied. “My work is unimportant enough by the side of the things you speak of. You honestly believe that Germany is provoking a war against Russia and France?”

      “I know it,” Norgate went on. “She believes—Germany believes—that Italy will come in. She also believes, from false information that she has gathered in this country, that under no circumstances will England fight. It isn’t about that I came to you. We’ve become a slothful, slack, pleasure-loving people, but I still believe that when the time comes we shall fight. The only thing is that we shall be taken at a big disadvantage. We shall be open to a raid upon our fleet. Do you know that the entire German navy is at Kiel?”

      Mr. Wyatt nodded. “Manoeuvres,” he murmured.

      “Their manoeuvre,” Norgate continued earnestly, “is to strike one great blow at our scattered forces. Mr. Spencer Wyatt, I have come here to warn you. I don’t understand the workings of your department. I don’t know to whom you are responsible for any step you might take. But I have come to warn you that possibly within a few days, probably within a week, certainly within a fortnight, England will be at war.”

      Mr. Wyatt glanced down at Hebblethwaite’s letter.

      “You are rather taking my breath away, Mr. Norgate!”

      “I can’t help it, sir,” Norgate said simply. “I know that what I am telling you must sound like a fairy tale. I beg you to take it from me as the truth.”

      “But,” Mr. Spencer Wyatt remarked, “if you have come into all this information, Mr. Norgate, why didn’t you go to your friend Hebblethwaite? Why haven’t you communicated with the police and given this German spy of yours into charge?”

      “I have been to Hebblethwaite, and I have been to Scotland Yard,” Norgate told him firmly, “and all that I have got for my pains has been a snub. They won’t believe in German spies. Mr. Wyatt, you are a man of a little different temperament and calibre from those others. I tell you that all of them in the Cabinet have their heads thrust deep down into the sand. They won’t listen to me. They wouldn’t believe a word of what I am saying to you, but it’s true.”

      Mr. Spencer Wyatt leaned back in his chair. He had folded his arms. He was looking over the top of his desk across the room. His eyebrows were knitted, his thoughts had wandered away. For several moments there was silence. Then at last he rose to his feet, unlocked the safe which stood by his side, and took out a solid chart dotted in many places with little flags, each one of which bore the name of a ship. He looked at it attentively.

      “That’s the position of every ship we own, at six o’clock this evening,” he pointed out. “It’s true we are scattered. We are purposely scattered because of the Review. On Monday morning I go down to the Admiralty, and I give the word. Every ship you see represented by those little flags, moves in one direction.”

      “In other words,” Norgate remarked, “it is a mobilisation.”

      “Exactly!”

      Norgate leaned forward in his chair.

      “You’re coming to what I want to suggest,” he proceeded. “Listen. You can do it, if you like. Go down to the Admiralty to-night. Give that order. Set the wireless going. Mobilise the fleet to-night.”

      Mr. Wyatt looked steadfastly at his companion. His fingers were restlessly stroking his chin, his eyes seemed to be looking through his visitor.

      “But it would be a week too soon,” he muttered.

      “Risk it,” Norgate begged. “You have always the Review to fall back upon. The mobilisation, to be effective, should be unexpected. Mobilise to-morrow. I am telling you the truth, sir, and you’ll know it before many days are passed. Even if I have got hold of a mare’s nest, you know there’s trouble brewing. England will be in none the worse position to intervene for peace, if her fleet is ready to strike.”

      Mr. Spencer Wyatt rose to his feet. He seemed somehow an altered man.

      “Look here,” he announced gravely, “I am going for the gamble. If I have been misled, there will probably be an end of my career. I tell you frankly, I believe in you. I believe in the truth of the things you talk about. I risked everything, only a few weeks ago, on my belief. I’ll risk my whole career now. Keep your mouth shut; don’t say a word. Until to-morrow you will be the only man in England who knows it. I am going to mobilise the fleet to-night. Shake hands, Mr. Norgate. You’re either the best friend or the worst foe I’ve ever had. My coat and hat,” he ordered the servant who answered his summons. “Tell your mistress, if she enquires, that I have gone down to the Admiralty on special business.”

      CHAPTER XXXV

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      Anna passed her hand through Norgate’s arm and led him forcibly away from the shop window before which they had been standing.

      “My mind is absolutely made up,” she declared firmly. “I adore shopping, I love Bond Street, and I rather like you, but I will have no more trifles, as you call them. If you do not obey, I shall gaze into the next tobacconist’s window we pass, and go in and buy you all sorts of unsmokable and unusable things. And, oh, dear, here is the Count! I feel like a child who has played truant from school. What will he do to me, Francis?”

      “Don’t worry, dear,” Norgate laughed. “We’re coming to the end of this tutelage, you know.”

      Count Lanyoki, who had stopped his motor-car, came across the street towards them. He was, as usual, irreproachably attired. He wore white gaiters, patent shoes, and a grey, tall hat. His black hair, a little thin at the forehead, was brushed smoothly back. His moustache, also black but streaked with grey, was twisted upwards. He had, as always, the air of having just left the hands of his valet.

      “Dear Baroness,” he exclaimed, as he accosted her, “London has been searched for you! At the Embassy my staff are reduced to despair. Telephones, notes,