"I solemnly submit that Britain's power, her domination of the seas,
cannot stand for all time. And the reason--it is so simple, so terribly
simple. Just as our strength now lies in the seas, so does our
weakness. Every moment of our lives the threat of starvation stares
into our haunted eyes, and we, like hunted men, search and search for a
means to ward it off. Do you see? I could weep for those who will not
see. The Germans were just not clever enough, that is all. They saw the
weakened links in our armor, and endeavored to drive home the attack
when they attempted their submarine blockade. But their attempt lacked
adequate preparation. This is all ancient history, but it points in the
direction I would have men look. The result of that has been to make us
further consolidate our defences. The completion of that comes in our
new submersible. But, remember, we are defending only against known
forces--not the unknown. It is the unknown we have to fear. Every human
defence can be destroyed by human ingenuity. That is why I say that the
new principle will only serve us in itself for just the amount of time
which it takes our rivals to readjust their focus, and mobilize their
powers of offence. The day will come when some invention will be
brought to attack underwater craft successfully. And then--what then?
In spite of all our territory, our wealth, our nominal power we shall
be driven to yield to the pangs of hunger. It is not a dream I am
showing you. It is a reality. It is a truism which no logical mind can
deny."
Sir Andrew refrained from comment for some moments as his son ceased
speaking. But at last, as the silence prolonged, he urged him.
"And what is the answer to it all?" he enquired. His eyes were serious,
and his words came crisply. He had caught something of his boy's
gravity although he was not sure how far he accepted his creed. "There
must be an answer. Every problem of State possesses its solution, if we
can only find it--in time."
Ruxton nodded. Then he rose abruptly from his chair and flung his
cigar-end into the empty fireplace with a forceful gesture. He began to
pace the room.
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