War poetry, English; World War, 1914-1918 -- Poetry
“That seems to depend upon which you put first--the chairman or the
country. For my part, the only thing that matters is that if we are able
to expose anything that helps the enemy, we should do so, and here’s our
chance.”
“D’you really mean that, Klein?”
“Mean it? Of course I mean it. Blum & Co. are amongst the largest
shareholders in the Swedenborg Coal and Iron Smelting Company, in
Stockholm; they have sold and are selling thousands of tons of
pig-iron to the German Government. What do you say to that?”
“How on earth do you know?” ejaculated Tarleton almost breathlessly.
Klein fixed his eyes on the other significantly.
“I haven’t been in the City for twelve years for nothing,” he answered.
“It’s a difficult position for me.” Tarleton spoke reflectively. “Loyalty
to one’s chairman is a tradition in the Government service. And though I
despise Bale, I don’t see my way to expose him. You see, it means the
ruin of all his hopes.”
“_Tant pis pour lui_. Doesn’t he always say himself our first duty
is to consider the true interest of the nation? Now, is it in the true
interest of the nation that the Germans should get this pig-iron? Tell me
that, Tarleton.”
The secretary made no reply. Indeed, none was needed, for the answer was
obvious.
* * * * *
Two days later there was an important meeting of the committee, at which
a full attendance had been specially requested by the chairman. A
question had been raised at the previous sitting by one of the Labour
Members who had desired to hear certain evidence, but the witness had
suddenly left the country. The Labour Members had withdrawn to discuss
the matter privately, and on their return showed that their suspicions
had been aroused. On a motion by the chairman the meeting had been
adjourned for four days.
All Sir Matthew’s resourcefulness had been needed to avert for the time
further discussion. Before the next meeting he and the minister involved
would get together and discover a means of putting inconvenient
questioners off the scent.
The committee took their seats. The chairman now spoke in his smoothest
tone, his manner was genial and urbane. He smiled towards Mr. Small, the
recalcitrant committee-man, as he glanced at the notes under his hand
prepared by Tarleton.
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