I know
that in Vienna he has more than once made use of more violent means
than he would dare to do here. And there is an underneath machinery
very seldom used, I believe, and of which none of us who are ordinary
members know anything at all, which gives him terrible powers."
Mr. Sabin nodded grimly.
"It was worked against me in America," he said, "but I got the best
of it. Here in England I do not believe that he would dare to use
it. If so, I think that before now it would have been aimed at
Brott. I have just read his Glasgow speech. If he becomes
Premier it will lead to something like a revolution."
She sighed.
"Brott is a clever man, and a strong man," she said. "I am sorry
for him, but I do not believe that he will never become Prime
Minister of England."
Mr. Sabin sipped his wine thoughtfully.
"I believe," he said, "that intrigue is the resource of those who
have lived their lives so quickly that they have found weariness.
For these things to-day interest me very little. I am only anxious
to have you back again, Lucille, to find ourselves on our way to
our old home."
She laughed softly.
"And I used to think," she said, "that after all I could only keep
you a little time--that presently the voices from the outside world
would come whispering in your ears, and you would steal back again
to where the wheels of life were turning.
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