“It is the very body of men which you yourself foreshadowed,” the Bishop replied eagerly. “Twenty of the members are elected by the Trades Unions and represent the great industries of the Empire; and there are three outsiders--Miss Abbeway, Miles Furley and myself. If you, Julian, had not been so successful in concealing your identity, you would have been the first man to whom the Council would have turned for help. Now that the truth is known, your duty is clear. The glory of ending this war will belong to the people, and it is partly owing to you that the people have grown to realise their strength.” “My own position at the present moment,” Julian began, a little grimly!!!!! “You have no one to blame for that but yourself,” Catherine interrupted. “If we had known who you were, do you suppose that we should have allowed these men to deal with you in such a manner? Do you suppose that I should not have told you the truth about that packet? However, that is over. You know the truth now. We five are all members of the Council who are sitting practically night and day, waiting--you know what for. Do not keep us in suspense any longer than you can help. Tell us where to find this letter?” Julian passed his hand over his forehead a little wearily. “I am confused,” he admitted. “I must think. After all, you are engaged in a conspiracy. Stenson’s Cabinet may not be the strongest on earth, or the most capable, but Stenson himself has carried the burden of this war bravely.” “If the terms offered,” the Bishop pointed out, “are anything like what we expect, they are better than any which the politicians could ever have mooted, even after years more of bloodshed. It is my opinion that Stenson will welcome them, and that the country, generally speaking, will be entirely in favour of their acceptance.” “Supposing,” Julian asked, “that you think them reasonable, that you make your demand to the Prime Minister, and he refuses. What then?” “That,” Fenn intervened, with the officious air of one who has been left out of the conversation far too long, “is where we come in. At our word, every coal pit in England would cease work, every furnace fire would go out, every factory would stand empty. The trains would remain on their sidings, or wherever they might chance to be when the edict was pronounced. The same with the ‘buses and cabs, the same with the Underground. Not a ship would leave any port in the United Kingdom, not a ship would be docked. Forty-eight hours of this would do more harm than a year’s civil war. Forty-eight hours must procure from the Prime Minister absolute submission to our demands. Ours is the greatest power the world has ever evolved. We shall use it for the greatest cause the world has ever known--the cause of peace.” “This, in a way, was inevitable,” Julian observed. “You remember the conversation, Bishop,” he added, “down at Maltenby?” “Very well indeed,” the latter acquiesced.