the burning spear- 第23部分

〃You　are　undoubtedly　the　Unseen　Power；　sir；〃　he　said　suddenly；　〃and　I

have　reached　the　heart　of　the　mystery。　　From　your　own　lips　I　shall　soon

know　whether　I　am　a　puppet　or　a　public　man。〃



The　Personage；　who　by　his　movements　was　clearly　under　the　impression　that

he　had　to　do　with　a　lunatic；　sat　forward　with　his　hands　on　his　knees

ready　to　rise　at　a　moment's　notice；　he　kept　his　cigar　in　his　mouth；

however；　and　an　enforced　smile　on　the　folds　of　his　face。



〃What　can　I　do　for　you；　sir？〃　he　said。



〃Will　you　have　a　cigar？〃



〃No；　thank　you；〃　replied　Mr。　Lavender；　〃I　must　keep　the　eyes　of　my　spirit

clear；　and　come　to　the　point。　　Do　you　rule　this　country　or　do　you　not？

For　it　is　largely　on　the　answer　to　this　that　my　future　depends。　　In

telling　others　what　to　do　am　I　speaking　as　my　conscience　or　as　your

conscience　dictates；　and；　further；　if　indeed　I　am　speaking　as　your

conscience　dictates；　have　you　a　conscience？〃



The　Personage；　who　had　evidently　made　up　his　mind　to　humour　the　intruder；

flipped　the　ash　off　his　cigar。



Well；　sir；　he　said；　I　don't　know　who　the　devil　you　may　be；　but　my

conscience　is　certainly　as　good　as　yours。〃



〃That；〃　returned　Mr：　Lavender　with　a　sigh；　is　a　great　relief；　for　whether

you　rule　the　country　or　not；　you　are　undoubtedly　the　source　from　which　I；

together　with　the　majority　of　my　countrymen；　derive　our　inspirations。

You　are　the　fountainhead　at　which　we　draw　and　drink。　　And　to　know　that

your　waters　are　pure；　unstained　by　taint　of　personal　prejudice　and　the

love　of　power；　will　fortify　us　considerably。　　Am　I　to　assume；　then；　that

above　all　passion　and　pettiness；　you　are　an　impersonal　force　whose

innumerable　daily　editions　reflect　nothing　but　abstract　truth；　and　are　in

no　way　the　servants　of　a　preconceived　and　personal　view　of　the

situation？〃



〃You　want　to　know　too　much；　don't　you　think？〃　said　the　Personage　with　a

smile。



〃How　can　that　be；　sir？〃　asked　Mr。　Lavender：　If　you　are　indeed　the

invisible　king　swaying　the　currents　of　national　life；　and　turning　its

tides　at　will；　it　is　essential　that　we　should　believe　in　you；　and　before

we　can　believe　in　you　must　we　not　know　all　about　you？〃



〃By　Jove；　sir；〃　replied　the　Personage；　〃that　strikes　me　as　being　contrary

to　all　the　rules　of　religion。　　I　thought　faith　was　the　ticket。〃



By　this　answer　Mr。　Lavender　was　so　impressed　that　he　sat　for　a　moment　in

silence；　with　his　eyebrow　working　up　and　down。



〃Sir；〃　he　said　at　last；　〃you　have　given　me　a　new　thought。　　If　you　are

right；　to　disbelieve　in　you　and　the　acts　which　you　perform；　or　rather　the

editions　which　you　issue；　is　blasphemy。〃



〃I　should　think　so；〃　said　the　Personage；　emitting　a　long　whiff　of　smoke。

Hadn't　that　ever　occurred　to　you　before？〃



〃No；〃　replied　Mr。　Lavender；　naively；　〃for　I　have　never　yet　disbelieved

anything　in　those　journals。〃



The　Personage　coughed　heartily。



〃I　have　always　regarded　them；〃　went　on　Mr。　Lavender；　〃as　I　myself　should

wish　to　be　regarded；　'without　fear　and　without　reproach。'　　For　that　is；

as　I　understand　it；　the　principle　on　which　a　gentleman　must　live；　ever

believing　of　others　what　he　would　wish　believed　of　himself。　　With　the

exception　of　Germans；〃　he　added　hastily。



〃Naturally；〃　returned　the　Personage。　　〃And　I'll　defy　you　to　find　anything

in　them　which　disagrees　with　that　formula。　　Everything　they　print　refers

to　Germans　if　not　directly　then　obliquely。　　Germans　are　the　'idee　fixe'；

and　without　an　'idee　fixe'；　as　you　know；　there's　no　such　thing　as

religion。　　Do　you　get　me？〃



〃Yes；　indeed；〃　cried　Mr。　Lavender；　enthused；　for　the　whole　matter　now

seemed　to　him　to　fall　into　coherence；　and；　what　was　more；　to　coincide

with　his　preconceptions；　so　that　he　had　no　longer　any　doubts。　　〃You；　sir…

…the　Unseen　Powerare　but　the　crystallized　embodiment　of　the　national

sentiment　in　time　of　war；　in　serving　you；　and　fulfilling　the　ideas　which

you　concrete　in　your　journals；　we　public　men　are　servants　of　the　general

animus；　which　in　its　turn　serves　the　blind　and　burning　instinct　of

justice。　　This　is　eminently　satisfactory　to　me；　who　would　wish　no　better

fate　than　to　be　a　humble　lackey　in　that　house。〃　　He　had　no　sooner；

however；　spoken　those　words　than　Joe　Petty's　remarks　about　Public　Opinion

came　back　to　him；　and　he　added：　　〃But　are　you　really　the　general　animus；

or　are　you　only　the　animus　of　Mayors；　that　is　the　question？〃



The　personage　seemed　to　follow　this　thought　with　difficulty。　　〃What's

that？〃　he　said。



Mr。　Lavender　ran　his　hands　through　his　hair。



〃And　turns；〃　he　said；　〃on　what　is　the　unit　of　national　feeling　and

intelligence？　　Is　it　or　is　it　not　a　Mayor？〃



The　Personage　smiled。　　〃Well；　what　do　you　think？〃　he　said。　　〃Haven't　you

ever　heard　them　after　dinner？　　There's　no　question　about　it。　　Make　your

mind　easy　if　that's　your　only　trouble。〃



Mr。　Lavender；　greatly　cheered　by　the　genial　certainty　in　this　answer；

said：　〃I　thank　you；　sir。　　I　shall　go　back　and　refute　that　common　scoffer；

that　caster　of　doubts。　　I　have　seen　the　Truth　face；　to　face；　and　am

greatly　encouraged　to　further　public　effort。　　With　many　apologies　I　can

now　get　out；〃　he　added；　as　the　train　stopped　at　South　Croydon。　　〃Blink！〃

And；　followed　by　his　dog；　he　stepped　from　the　train。



The　Personage；　who　was　indeed　no　other　than　the　private　secretary　of　the

private　secretary　of　It　whom　Mr。　Lavender　had　designated　as　the　Truth

watched　him　from　the　window。



〃Well；　that　WAS　a　treat；　dear　papa！〃　he　murmured　to　himself；　emitting　a

sigh　of　smoke　after　his　retreating　interlocutor。









XIX



IS　IN　PERIL　OF　THE　STREET



On　the　Sunday　following　this　interview　with　the　Truth　Mr。　Lavender；　who

ever　found　the　day　of　rest　irksome　to　his　strenuous　spirit；　left　his

house　after　an　early　supper。　　It；　had　been　raining　all　day；　but　the

sinking　sun　had　now　emerged　and　struck　its　level　light　into　the　tree　tops

from　a　still　cloudy　distance。　　Followed　by　Blink；　he　threaded　the　puddled

waste　which　lies　to　the　west　of　the　Spaniard's　Road；　nor　was　it　long

before　the　wild　beauty　of　the　scene　infected　his　spirit；　and　he　stood

still　to　admire　the　world　spread　out。　　The　smoke　rack　of　misted　rain　was

still　drifting　above　the　sunset　radiance　in　an　apple…green　sky；　and

behind　Mr。　Lavender；　as　he　gazed　at　those　clouds　symbolical　of　the

world's　unrest；　a　group　of　tall；　dark　pine…trees；　wild　and　witch…like；

had　collected　as　if　in　audience　of　his　cosmic　mood。　　He　formed　a　striking

group　for　a　painter；　with　the　west　wind　flinging　back　his　white　hair；　and

fluttering　his　dark　moustache　along　his　cheeks；　while　Blink；　a　little　in

front　of　him；　pointed　at　the　prospect　and　emitted　barks　whose　vigour

tossed　her　charming　head　now　to　this　side　now　to　that。



〃How　beautiful　is　this　earth！〃　thought　Mr。　Lavender；　〃and　how　simple　to

be　good　and　happy　thereon。　　Yet　must　we　journey　ten　leagues　beyond　the

wide　world's　end　to　find　justice　and　liberty。　　There　are　dark　powers　like

lions　ever　in　the　path。　　Yes；〃　he　continued；　turning　round　to　the

pinetrees；　who　were　creaking　slightly　in　the　wind；　〃hate　and　oppression；

greed；　lust；　and　ambition！　There　you　stand　malevolently　regarding　me。

Out　upon　you；　dark　witches　of　evil！　　If　I　had　but　an　axe　I　would　lay　you

lower　than　the　dust。〃　　But　the　poor　pine…trees　paid　no　attention　save　to

creak　a　little　louder。　　And　so　incensed　was　Mr。　Lavender　by　this

insensibility　on　the　part　of　those　which　his　own　words　had　made　him

perceive　were　the　powers　of　darkness　that　he　would　very　likely　have

barked　his　knuckles　on　them　if　Blink　by　her　impatience　had　not　induced

him　to　resume　his　walk　and　mount　on　to　the　noble　rampart　of　the

Spaniard's　Road。



Along　this　he　wandered　and　down　the　hill　with　the　countless　ghosts　and

shadows　of　his　brain；　liberating　the　world　in　fancy　from　all　the

hindrances　which　beset　the　paths　of　public　men；　till　dark　fell；　and　he

was　compelled　to　turn　towards　home。　　Closely　attended　by　the　now　sobered

Blink　he　had　reached　the　Tube　Station　when　he　perceived　in　the　inky　war…

time　dusk　that　a　woman　was　following　him。　　Dimly　aware　that　she　was　tall

and　graceful　he　hurried　to　avoid　her；　but　before　long　could　but　note　that

she　was　walking　parallel　and　turning　her　face　towards　him。　　Her　gloved

hand　seemed　to　make　a　beckoning　movement；　and　perceiving　at　once　that　he

was　the　object　of　that　predatory　instinct　which　he　knew　from　the　many

letters　and　protests　in　his　journals　to　be　one　of　the　most　distressing

features　of　the　War；　he　would　have　broken　into　a　run　if　he　had　not　been

travelling　up…hill；　being　deprived　of　this　means　of　escape；　his　public

nature　prevailed；　and　he　saw　that　it　was　his　duty　to　confront　the　woman；

and　strike　a　blow　at；　the　national　evil　stalking　beside　him。　　But　he　was

in　a　difficulty；　for　his　natural　delicacy　towards　women　seemed　to

preclude　him　from　treating　her　as　if　she　were　what　she　evidently　was；

while　his　sense　of　dutyurged　him　with　equal　force　to　do　so。



A　whiff　of　delicious　scent　determined　him。　　Madam；〃　he　said；　without

looking　in　her　face；　which；　indeed；　was　not　visibleso　great　was　the

darkness；　〃it　is　useless　to　pursue　one　who　not　only　has　the　greatest

veneration　for　women　but　regards　you　as　a　public　danger　at　a　time　when

all　the　energies　of　the　country　should　be　devoted　to　the　defeat　of　our

common　enemies。〃



The　woman；　uttering　a　sound　like　a　laugh；　edged　towards　him；　and　Mr。

Lavender　edged　away；　so　that　they　proceeded　up　the　street　crabwise；　with

Blink　adhering　jealously　to　her　master's　heels。



〃Do　you　know；〃　said　Mr。　Lavender；　with　all　the　delicacy　in　his　power；

〃how　terribly　subversive　of　the　national　effort　it　is　to　employ　your

beauty　and　your　grace　to　snare　and　slacken　the　sinews　of　our　glorious

youth？　　The　mystery　of　a　woman's　glance　in　times　like　these　should　be

used　solely　to　beckon　our　heroes　on　to　death　in　the　field。　　But　you；

madam；　than　whom　no　one　indeed　has　a　more　mysterious　glance；　hav