'I hope it is,' he replied, 'for of this I am sure, the secret of a speedy and triumphant victory lies in the fact of our nation being linked to God. The question with me is,--Germany is doomed, because it has depended, and is depending, on brute force. That poem of Kipling's describes them exactly. He might have had them in his mind when he wrote: If drunk with thought of power, we loose Wild tongues that have not Thee in awe, Such boasting as the Gentiles use, Or lesser breeds without the law. That is their history. The question is, isn't there a danger that it is becoming our history too?' 'One line describes them very well,' I laughed; 'certainly they belong to the "lesser breeds without the law."' 'I don't know. Just think of it,--Germany's defying the whole world. Speaking from the standpoint of a military power, Germany has reason for her boastfulness. For more than two years she has been holding back and withstanding the greatest nations of the world. Humanly speaking, they are a great people, but they are scientific savages. If ever a people lived according to the doctrine that might is right, they have, and if that doctrine could be proved to be true, they'd have done it. But their creed is as false as hell, that is why they are doomed. But what of England, man, what of England?' 'You wouldn't have this war conducted in the spirit of a Revival meeting, would you?' I laughed. 'Why not? If it is God's war, it should be fought in the spirit of God. We are fighting to destroy what is opposed to God's will, therefore we should fight as He would have us fight. But here comes the question. Is it the supreme conviction of the nation that we are fighting God's battles? Is it the uppermost thought in our mind? I hate as much as any man the hypocrisy of calling upon God, while doing the devil's work; but are we not denuding ourselves of power by fighting God's battles as though He didn't exist?' The train presently drew up at Paddington station, where we alighted. 'Look, Luscombe,' said Edgecumbe, nodding towards an officer, 'there's Springfield. I wonder what he's doing here?' 'Don't let him see us, anyhow,' I said quickly. 'Come this way.' And I hurried to the passage which leads towards the departure platform. 'Why didn't you want him to see us?' he asked. I did not reply till we reached the restaurant, and then I spoke to him gravely. 'Edgecumbe,' I said, 'you were telling me just now that you intended to study the life of London, and that you meant to go to all sorts of places.' 'Yes,' he replied, 'what then?' 'Only this: take care of yourself, and don't let any one know what your plans are.' 'You must have a reason for saying that.' 'I have. You have told me more than once about your feeling that you and Springfield knew each other before you lost your memory.' 'Yes,' he replied, 'what then?' 'You say you had the feeling that Springfield was your enemy?'