Besides, there is the League of Nations.' Those were Broadley's views then, and they are his views to-day.

You know what I did ?" Nigel assented cautiously.
"I suppose it is an open secret amongst a few of us," he observed.

"You have been running an unofficial secret service of your own." "Precisely! I have had a few agents at work for over a year, and when I have finished decoding this last dispatch, I shall have evidence which will prove beyond a doubt that we are on the threshold of terrible events.

The worst of it is--well, we have been found out." "What do you mean ?" Nigel asked quickly.
His uncle's sensitive lips quivered.
"You knew Sidwell ?" "Quite well." "Sidwell was found stabbed to the heart in a cafe in Petrograd, three weeks ago," Lord Dorminster announced.

"An official report of the enquiry into his death informs his relatives that his death was due to a quarrel with some Russian sailors over one of the women of the quarter where he was found." "Horrible!" Nigel muttered.
"Sidwell was one of those unnatural people, as you know," Lord Dorminster went on, "who never touched wine or spirits and who hated women.