Benham found himself, refreshed and tended, sitting beside a wood fire in an inner chamber richly flavoured by humanity and listening to a discourse in evil but understandable German.  It was a discourse upon the wrongs and the greatness of the Jewish people—­ and it was delivered by a compact middle-aged man with a big black beard and long-lashed but animated eyes.  Beside him a very old man dozed and nodded approval.  A number of other men crowded the apartment, including several who had helped to hold off the rioters from the court.  Some could follow the talk and ever again endorsed the speaker in Yiddish or Russian; others listened with tantalized expressions, their brows knit, their lips moving.

It was a discourse Benham had provoked.  For now he was at the very heart of the Jewish question, and he could get some light upon the mystery of this great hatred at first hand.  He did not want to hear tales of outrages, of such things he knew, but he wanted to understand what was the irritation that caused these things.

So he listened.  The Jew dilated at first on the harmlessness and usefulness of the Jews.

“But do you never take a certain advantage?” Benham threw out.

“The Jews are cleverer than the Russians.  Must we suffer for that?”

The spokesman went on to the more positive virtues of his race.  Benham suddenly had that uncomfortable feeling of the Gentile who finds a bill being made against him.  Did the world owe Israel nothing for Philo, Aron ben Asher, Solomon Gabriol, Halevy, Mendelssohn, Heine, Meyerbeer, Rubinstein, Joachim, Zangwill?  Does Britain owe nothing to Lord Beaconsfield, Montefiore or the Rothschilds?  Can France repudiate her debt to Fould, Gaudahaux, Oppert, or Germany to Furst, Steinschneider, Herxheimer, Lasker, Auerbach, Traube and Lazarus and Benfey? . . .

Benham admitted under the pressure of urgent tones and gestures that these names did undoubtedly include the cream of humanity, but was it not true that the Jews did press a little financially upon the inferior peoples whose lands they honoured in their exile?

The man with the black beard took up the challenge bravely.

“They are merciful creditors,” he said.  “And it is their genius to possess and control.  What better stewards could you find for the wealth of nations than the Jews?  And for the honours?  That always had been the role of the Jews—­stewardship.  Since the days of Joseph in Egypt. . . .”

Then in a lower voice he went on to speak of the deficiencies of the Gentile population.  He wished to be just and generous but the truth was the truth.  The Christian Russians loved drink and laziness; they had no sense of property; were it not for unjust laws even now the Jews would possess all the land of South Russia. . . .

Benham listened with a kind of fascination.  “But,” he said.

It was so.  And with a confidence that aroused a protest or so from the onlookers, the Jewish apologist suddenly rose up, opened a safe close beside the fire and produced an armful of documents.