“Worth precisely the paper it is written on?” Julian scoffed.

“And ratified,” the Bishop continued emphatically, “by the three great men of Germany, whose signatures are attached to that document—­the Kaiser, the Chancellor and Hindenburg.”

Julian was electrified.

“Do you seriously mean,” he asked, “that those signatures are attached to proposals of peace formulated by the Socialist and Labour parties of Germany?”

“I do indeed,” was the confident reply.  “If the terms are not what we have been led to expect, or if the signatures are not there, the whole affair is at an end.”

“You are telling me wonderful things, sir,” Julian confessed, after a brief pause.

“I am telling what you will discover yourself to be the truth,” the Bishop insisted.  “And, Julian, I am appealing to you not only for the return of that packet, but for your sympathy, your help, your partisanship.  You can guess now what has happened.  Your anonymity has come to an end.  The newly formed Council of Labour, to which we all belong, is eager and anxious to welcome you.”

“Has any one given me away?” Julian asked.

Catherine shook her head.

“The truth was discovered this evening, when your rooms were searched,” she explained.

“What is the constitution of this Council of Labour?” Julian enquired, a little dazed by this revelation.

“It is the very body of men which you yourself foreshadowed,” the Bishop replied eagerly.  “Twenty of the members are elected by the Trades Unions and represent the great industries of the Empire; and there are three outsiders—­Miss Abbeway, Miles Furley and myself.  If you, Julian, had not been so successful in concealing your identity, you would have been the first man to whom the Council would have turned for help.  Now that the truth is known, your duty is clear.  The glory of ending this war will belong to the people, and it is partly owing to you that the people have grown to realise their strength.”

“My own position at the present moment,” Julian began, a little grimly—­

“You have no one to blame for that but yourself,” Catherine interrupted.  “If we had known who you were, do you suppose that we should have allowed these men to deal with you in such a manner?  Do you suppose that I should not have told you the truth about that packet?  However, that is over.  You know the truth now.  We five are all members of the Council who are sitting practically night and day, waiting—­you know what for.  Do not keep us in suspense any longer than you can help.  Tell us where to find this letter?”

Julian passed his hand over his forehead a little wearily.

“I am confused,” he admitted.  “I must think.  After all, you are engaged in a conspiracy.  Stenson’s Cabinet may not be the strongest on earth, or the most capable, but Stenson himself has carried the burden of this war bravely.”