The Dumpling : $b A detective love story of a great labour risingKernahan, Coulson
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The Dumpling : $b A detective love story of a great labour rising
Kernahan, Coulson
Detective and mystery stories; English fiction -- 20th century
Looking back now upon the time of which I am writing, I cannot
altogether acquit myself of criminal negligence for failing to
realise--until it was too late to take action--how insidiously and how
thoroughly the Dumpling was doing his work. Nash's warning--though I
was by no means disposed to take it seriously--had not been altogether
a surprise to me, for I knew already that inflammatory speeches were
being delivered, inflammatory literature circulated broadcast. To
these I attached small importance, having too much faith in the common
sense and in the conservatism of my fellow-countrymen to believe that
the Dumpling could induce them to take concerted action upon any
considerable scale. I have since learned that secret meetings were
held nearly every night; but instead of one mass meeting, which must
inevitably have attracted the attention of the police, the Dumpling, a
prince of organisers, had arranged for innumerable small gatherings
in every part of London. At each of these meetings some member of
the General Council, and therefore in close touch with the Dumpling
himself, would preside, and in this way their leader's plans were made
known, a plan of campaign laid down, and concerted action arranged
in the most secret yet thorough way. Immense sums of money, so I
afterwards learned, were expended in the purchase and in the secret
storage of arms; and foreign mercenaries and expert marksmen, whose
services the Dumpling had requisitioned, were constantly pouring into
London to place themselves at his orders.
Had I still been engaged in detective work, something of all this must,
I think, have come to my notice; but I am so constituted as to be able
to do one thing only at a time. Whatever pursuit I take up, into that
pursuit I throw myself heart and soul, to the exclusion of everything
else. This temperamental defect--if a defect it be--may be the secret
of some of my many failures; it may be the secret of my few successes.
Concentration of interests generally means limitation of interests,
and whether one be racking the heavens nightly through a telescope
in search of new worlds, or only peering through a microscope, to
isolate bacilli of this or that disease--one is equally apt to become
absent-minded in other matters. So entirely had I given myself up to
studying the problem of the poor, that I had eyes for nothing else.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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