_The_ COUNCIL OF SEVEN _By_ J. C. SNAITH The Council of Seven The Adventurous Lady The Undefeated The Sailor The Time Spirit The Coming Anne Feversham D. APPLETON AND COMPANY Publishers New York _The_ COUNCIL OF SEVEN BY J. C. SNAITH AUTHOR OF “THE UNDEFEATED,” “THE SAILOR,” “BROKE OF COVENDEN,” ETC. McCLELLAND & STEWART PUBLISHERS TORONTO 1921 COPYRIGHT, 1921, BY D. APPLETON AND COMPANY PRINTED IN THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA _The_ COUNCIL OF SEVEN I At five o’clock of a September evening, Helen Sholto left the office, as usual, and went to her club. Opposite the tube lift in Dover Street, London, out of which she came, was a bookstall. Clamoring across the front, a newsbill at once caught the eye of an informed modern woman: | BRITAIN AND AMERICA | | AMAZING SPEECH BY | | JOHN ENDOR, M.P. | She bought a copy of the _Evening Press_. Looking it quickly through, she found in the column for late news a blurred, hastily-inserted paragraph | THE ANGLO-AMERICAN | | SITUATION | | | | Speaking to-day at Blackhampton | | Town Hall at a luncheon given in his | | honor, John Endor, M.P., said that this | | country’s relations with America were | | bound to prove a source of continual | | and growing anxiety. Dangerous, subterranean | | influences were at work on | | both sides of the Atlantic. In many | | things of vital importance the two nations | | would never see eye to eye. Let | | the people of these islands always stand | | ready. Personally, he believed in the | | Sword. | Helen gasped. The words were like icy water thrown in the face. And the sensation of having had all the breath taken out of her body was increased by the knowledge that a second purchaser of the _Evening Press_, a rough-looking workman, standing by her elbow, had given a savage exclamation. Moreover, in the act of so doing, by that process of telepathy beyond whose threshold Science has yet to peer, he caught the distracted eyes of the particularly attractive-looking girl who was folding up her own copy of the paper. “Does for him, I reckon!” And the man spat savagely. Helen turned abruptly away, and walked slowly along Dover Street. A thousand imps were loose in her brain. Space, quiet, solitude were needed in which to quell them, to bring them under control. Almost it was as if the bottom had fallen out of the world in which she lived. II