“You have read Freistner’s letter?” Fenn asked.

“Every word of it,” the Prime Minister replied.  “I believe that Freistner is an honest man, as honest as any of you, but I think that he is mistaken.  I do not believe that the German people are with him.  I am content to believe that those signatures are genuine.  I will even believe that Germany would welcome those terms of peace, although she would never allow them to proceed from her own Cabinet.  But I do not believe that the clash and turmoil which would follow their publication would lead to the overthrow of the German dynasty.  You give me no proof of it, gentlemen.  You have none yourselves.  And therefore I say that you propose to work in the dark, and it seems to me that your work may lead to an evil end.  I want you to listen to me for one moment,” he went on, his face lighting up with a flash of terrible earnestness.  “I am not going to cast about in my mind for flowery phrases or epigrams.  We are plain men here together, with our country’s fate in the balance.  For God’s sake, realise your responsibilities.  I want peace.  I ache for it.  But there will be no peace for Europe while Germany remains an undefeated autocracy.  We’ve promised our dead and our living to oust that corrupt monster from his throne.  We’ve promised it to France our glorious Allies.  We’ve shaken hands about it with America, whose ships are already crowding the seas, and whose young manhood has taken the oath which ours has taken.  This isn’t the time for peace.  I am not speaking in the dark when I tell you that we have a great movement pending in the West which may completely alter the whole military situation.  Give us a chance.  If you carry out your threat, you plunge this country into revolution, you dishonour us in the face of our Allies; you will go through the rest of your lives, every one of you, with a guilt upon your souls, a stain upon your consciences, which nothing will ever obliterate.  You see, I have kept my word—­I haven’t said much.  I cannot ask for the armistice you suggest.  If you take this step you threaten—­I do not deny its significance you will probably stop the war.  One of you will come in and take my place.  There will be turmoil, confusion, very likely bloodshed.  I know what the issue will be, and yet I know my duty.  There is not one member of my Cabinet who is not with me.  We refuse your appeal.”

Every one at the table seemed to be talking at the same time to every one else.  Then Cross’s voice rose above the others.  He rose to his feet to ensure attention.

“Bishop,” he said, “there is one point in what Mr. Stenson has been saying which I think we might and ought to consider a little more fully, and that is, what guarantees have we that Freistner really has the people at the back of him, that he’ll be able to cleanse that rat pit at Berlin of the Hohenzollern and his clan of junkers—­the most accursed type of politician who ever breathed?  We ought to be very sure about this.  Fenn’s our man.  What about it, Fenn?”