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
A knock at the locked door of the room saved the Home Secretary for the
moment from the necessity of replying. It was an unusual incident, and
when the nearest man went and asked what was wanted, some one was
understood to reply that a stranger, who refused to give his name,
wished to see Mr Tubes. Perhaps Mr Tubes personally might have welcomed
a respite, but the master of the house anticipated him.
"Tell him, whoever he may be, that Mr Tubes cannot be disturbed just
now," he declared.
"He says it's important, very important," urged the voice, with a
suggestion of largess received and more to come, in its eagerness.
"Then let him write it down or wait," said Mr Strummery decisively, and
the matter was supposed to have ended.
The momentary interruption had broken the tension and perhaps saved
Tubes from a passionate outburst. He rose to make a reply without any
sign of anger or any fear that he would not be able to smooth away the
awkward impression.
"As far as canvassing in the provinces is concerned," he remarked
plausibly, "it is open for any man, whatever his politics may be, to do
that from morning to night all his life if he likes, so long as it isn't
for an illegal object. As regards Salt having been engaged this way for
the past month, it is quite true that I have had no intimation of the
fact so far. I may explain that as my Department has not yet come to
regard the Unity League as the one object in the world to which it must
devote its whole attention, I am not in the habit of receiving reports
on the subject every day, nor even every week. It may be, however----"
There was another knock upon the door. Mr Tubes stopped, and the Premier
frowned. In the space between the door and the carpet there appeared for
a second a scrap of paper; the next moment it came skimming a few yards
into the room. There was no attempt to hold further communication, and
the footsteps of the silent messenger were heard descending the stairs
again.
Mr Vossit, who sat nearest to the door, picked up the little oblong
card. He saw, as he could scarcely fail to see, that it was an ordinary
visiting-card, and on the upper side, as it lay, there appeared a
roughly-pencilled sign--two lines at right angle drawn through a
semicircle, it appeared superficially to be. As he handed it to Mr Tubes
he reversed the position so that the name should be uppermost, and again
he saw, as he could scarcely fail to see, that the other side was blank.
The roughly-pencilled diagram was all the message it contained.
"It may be, however----" the Home Secretary was repeating
half-mechanically. He took the card and glanced at the symbol it bore.
"It may be, however," he continued, as though there had been no
interruption, "that I shall very soon be in possession of the full facts
to lay before you." Then with a few whispered words to the Premier and a
comprehensive murmur of apology to the rest of the company, he withdrew.
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