The general said: "But, good God! . . . Read that!" He tossed the small sheet of paper at which he had been looking across the table. It fell face downwards. Tietjens read, in the minute handwriting of the general's: "Colonel's horse: Sheets: Jesus Christ: Wannop girl: Socialism?" The general said irritably: "The other side . . . the other side. . . ." The other side of the paper displayed the words in large capitals: WORKERS OF THE WORLD, a wood-cut of a sickle and some other objects. Then high treason for a page. The general said: "Have you ever seen anything like that before? Do you know what it is?" Tietjens answered: "Yes, sir. I sent that to you. To your Intelligence. . . ." The general thumped both his fists violently on the army blanket: "You . . ." he said. "It's incomprehensible. . . . It's incredible. . . ." Tietjens said: "No, sir. . . . You sent out an order asking commanders of units to ascertain what attempts were being made by Socialists to undermine the discipline of their other ranks. . . . I naturally asked my sergeant-major, and he produced this sheet, which one of the men had given to him as a curiosity. It had been handed to the man in the street in London. You can see my initials on the top of the sheet!" The general said: "You . . . you'll excuse me, but you're not a Socialist yourself? . . ." Tietjens said: "I knew you were working round to that, sir: But I've no politics that did not disappear in the eighteenth century. You, sir, prefer the seventeenth!" "Another shower-bath, I suppose," the general said. "Of course," Tietjens said, "if it's Sylvia that called me a Socialist, it's not astonishing. I'm a Tory of such an extinct type that she might take me for anything. The last megatherium. She's absolutely to be excused. . . ." The general was not listening. He said: "What was wrong with the way your father left his money to you? . . ." "My father," Tietjens said--the general saw his jaw stiffen--"committed suicide because a fellow called Ruggles told him that I was . . . what the French called _maquereau_ . . . I can't think of the English word. My father's suicide was not an act that can be condoned. A gentleman does not commit suicide when he has descendants. It might influence my boy's life very disastrously. . . ." The general said: "I can't . . . I _can't_ get to the bottom of all this. . . . What in the world did Ruggles want to go and tell your father that for? . . . What are you going to do for a living after the war? They won't take you back into your office, will they?" Tietjens said: "No, sir. The Department will not take me back. Every one who has served in this war will be a marked man for a long time after it is over. That's proper enough. _We're_ having our fun now." The general said: "You say the wildest things." Tietjens answered: