The Secret of the League: The Story of a Social WarBramah, Ernest
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The Secret of the League: The Story of a Social War
Bramah, Ernest
Dystopias -- Fiction; Great Britain -- Politics and government -- Fiction; Social classes -- Fiction
Tirrel shook his head. "I know no more than I have stated," he replied;
"but his secret influence must be tremendous, and all doubt as to the
identity of the man and his past record should be set at rest."
Mr Tubes looked up from the papers he had before him with a gleam of
subdued anger in his eye. "I think that our cock-sure kumred has geete
howd of another mare's neest," he remarked, relapsing unconsciously into
his native dialect as he frequently did when stirred. "I remember
hearin' o' this Saut in one o' th' reports, and here it is. So far from
being a principal, he occupies a very different position--that of
Hampden's private secretary, which would explain how he might have to
come into contact with a great many people without having any real
influence hissel. He is described in my confidential report as a simple,
unsuspicious man, who might be safely made use of, and, in fact, most of
my information is derived from that source."
There was a sharp, smothered exclamation from one or two men, and then a
sudden stillness fell upon the room. Mr Tubes was among the last to
realise the trend of his admission.
"Are we to understand that the greater part--perhaps the whole--of the
information upon which the Home Office has been relying, and of the
assurances of inaction which have lulled our suspicions to rest, have
been blindly accepted from this man Salt, the head and fount of the
League itself?" demanded Tirrel with ominous precision. "If that
indicates the methods of the Department, I think that this Council will
share my view when I suggest that the terms 'simple' and 'unsuspicious'
have been inaccurately allotted--to Salt."
Mr Tubes made no reply. Lying at the bottom of the man's nature
smouldered a volcanic passion that he watched as though it were a
sleeping beast. Twice in his public career it had escaped him, and each
time the result had been a sharp reverse to his ambitions.
Repression--firm, instant, and unconditional--was the only safeguard, so
that now recognising the danger-signal in his breast, he sat without a
word in spite of the Premier's anxious looks, in spite of the concern of
those about him.
"I will not press for a verbal reply," continued Tirrel after a telling
pause; "the inference of silence makes that superfluous. But I will ask
whether the Home Secretary is aware that Salt has been quietly engaged
in canvassing the provinces for a month, and whether he has any
information about his object and results. Yes," he continued vehemently,
turning to those immediately about him, "for a month past this simple,
unsuspecting individual from whom we derive our confidential information
has been passing quietly and unmarked from town to town; and if you were
to hang a map of England on the wall before me, I would undertake to
trace his route across the land by the points of most marked discontent
in the report to which we have just listened."
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