“True, and perhaps that explains the present European attitude.  The war has left us incapable of any supreme activity.  Enthusiasm is dead; consequently the enthusiasm of good-will lacks from our councils and we drift, without any great guiding hand upon the tiller of destiny.  Heart and brains are at odds, groping on different roads instead of advancing together by the one and only road.  We see no great men.  There are, of course, leaders, great by contrast with those they lead; but history will declare us a generation of dwarfs and show how, for once, man stood at a crisis of his destiny when those mighty enough to face it failed to appear.  Now that is a situation unparalleled in my knowledge of the past.  Until now, the hour has always brought the man.”

“We drift, as you say,” answered Ganns, dusting his white waistcoat.  “We are suffering from a sort of universal shell shock, Albert; and from my angle of observation I perceive how closely crime depends upon nerves.  Indifference in the educated takes the shape of lawlessness in the masses; and the breakdown of our economical laws provokes to fury and despair.  Our equilibrium is gone in every direction.  For example the balance between work and recreation has been destroyed.  This restless condition will take a decade of years to control, and the present craving for that excitement, to which we were painfully accustomed during the years of war, is leaving a marked and dangerous brand on the minds of the rising generation.  From this restlessness to criminal methods of satisfying it is but a step.

“We are sick; our state is pathological.  What we need is a renewal of the discipline that enabled us to confront and conquer in the past struggle.  We must drill our nerves, Albert, and strive to restore a balanced and healthy outlook for those destined to run the world in future.  Men are not by nature lawless.  They are rational beings in the lump; but civilization, depending as it does on creed and greed, has made no steps as yet, through education, to arrest our superstition and selfishness.”

“Once let the light of good-will in upon this chaos and we should see order beginning to return,” declared Mr. Redmayne.  “The problem is how to promote good-will, my dear friend.  This should be the great and primal concern of religion; for what, after all, is the basis of all morality?  Surely to love our neighbour as ourself.”

They set the world right together and their thoughts drifted into a region of benignant aspirations.  Then came Jenny and presently the detective followed her into a garden of flowers behind Villa Pianezzo.

“Giuseppe and Mr. Brendon have gone to the hills,” she said.  “And now I am ready to talk to you, Mr. Ganns.  Don’t fear to hurt me.  I am beyond hurting.  I have suffered more in the past year than I should have thought it possible to suffer and keep sane.”

He looked at her beautiful face intently.  It was certainly sad enough, but to his eye, beneath the lines of sorrow, lay an anxiety that concerned neither the past nor the future, but the immediate present.  She was apparently unhappy in her new life.