"
"Well?"
"They absolutely refuse to believe us! Notwithstanding everything that we
have put before them, the Channel Squadron has sailed for Kiel."
Lady Dennisford was a woman born for emergencies. She made no remark. She
simply asked the one sensible question:
"What can I do?"
"Lord Esherville is your cousin, is he not?"
"Yes!"
"He is an influential member of the Cabinet. Will you go to him, tell him
what you know of us, tell him who Guest is and his history? Try and
convince him that we are not cranks, and that the country is really in
the deadliest peril. Get him to see Polloch at once. Both Guest and
myself are watched, because we have taken a cafe which is frequented by
these people, but we will arrange a meeting, somehow. Try and get us a
hearing."
She rose to her feet.
"When?"
"It must be within the next thirty-six hours," I answered, "or it will be
too late."
"Where shall I let you know?"
"Letters are not safe," I answered. "I will call here at eleven o'clock
to-morrow morning."
"You are not going," she exclaimed.
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