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.“Ask Mrs.Serracold who’s going to win the election! Damn it, better than that.who’s going to win the Derby!” he said in a mimicking voice.“Let’s ask Napoleon’s ghost what the Czar of Russia’s going to do next.He can’t ever have forgiven him for Moscow and 1812.”“Even if he knew, he wouldn’t be likely to tell us,” she pointed out.“He is even less likely to have forgiven us for Waterloo.”“If we couldn’t ask anyone with whom we’ve ever had a war, that would rule out just about everybody on earth, except the Portuguese and the Norwegians,” he retorted.“Their knowledge about our future might be rather limited; they probably don’t give a farthing.” He took a deep breath and let it out in a sigh.“Emily, do you think she’s really seeing a medium, other than just for fun at a house party?”“Yes.” Emily spoke with a chill conviction.“Yes.I’m afraid I do.”The following morning brought news of a different and disturbing kind.Pitt was looking through the newspapers over breakfast of poached kippers and bread and butter—one of the few things he was quite good at cooking—when he came across the letter to the editor.It was the first one on the page, and given particular prominence.Dear Sir,I write in some distress, and as a lifelong supporter of the Liberal Party and all that it has achieved for the people of this nation, and thus indirectly of the world.I have admired and endorsed the reforms it has initiated and passed into law.However, I live in the constituency of South Lambeth, and have listened with growing alarm to the opinions of Mr.Aubrey Serracold, the Liberal candidate for that seat.He does not represent the old Liberal values of sane and enlightened reform, but rather a hysterical socialism which would sweep away all the great achievements of the past in a frenzy of ill-thought-out changes, possibly well-meaning, but inevitably benefiting the few, for a short while, at the expense of the many, and to the eventual destruction of our economy.I urge all others who normally support the Liberal Party to pay the closest attention to what Mr.Serracold has to say, and consider, albeit with regret, whether they can indeed support him, and if they do, what path of ruin they may be setting us upon.Social reform is the ideal of every honest man, but it must be done with wisdom and knowledge, and at the pace at which we can absorb it into the fabric of our society.If it is done hastily, to answer the emotional self-indulgence of a man who has no experience and, it would seem, little practical sense, then it will be to the cost and the misery of the vast majority of our people, who deserve better of us.I write with the greatest sadness,Roland Kingsley, Major General, retiredPitt let his tea go cold, staring at the printed sheet in front of him.This was the first open blow against Serracold, and it was hard and deep.It would damage him.Was this the Inner Circle mobilizing, the beginning of the real battle?CHAPTERTHREEPitt went out and bought five other newspapers and took them home to see if Major General Kingsley had written to any more of them in similar vein.Almost the same letter was in three of them; there was only a variation of phrase here and there.Pitt folded the papers closed and sat still for several minutes wondering what weight to attach to it.Who was Kingsley? Was he a man whose opinion would influence others? More importantly than that, was his writing coincidence or the beginning of a campaign?He had reached no conclusion as to whether there was a necessity for learning more about Kingsley, when the doorbell rang.He glanced up at the kitchen clock and realized it was after nine.Mrs.Brody must have forgotten her keys.He stood up, resentful of the intrusion although he was grateful enough for her work, and went to answer the increasingly insistent jangle of the bell.But it was not Mrs.Brody on the step, it was a young man in a brown suit, his hair slicked back and his face eager.“Good morning, sir,” he said crisply, standing to attention.“Sergeant Grenville, sir.”“If Narraway wants to tell me about the letter in the Times, I’ve read it,” Pitt said rather sharply.“And in the Spectator, the Mail and the Illustrated London News.”“No, sir,” the man replied with a frown.“It’s about the murder.”“What?” Pitt thought at first that he had misheard.“The murder, sir,” the man repeated.“In Southampton Row [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]