"The newspapers must have their daily sensation." "I have a theory that it is being engineered." "Bolo business, eh ?" Julian Orden moved in his place a little uneasily.

His long, nervous fingers played with the stick which stood always by the side of his chair.
"You don't believe in it, do you ?" he asked quietly.
Furley looked straight ahead of him.

His eyes seemed caught by the glitter of the lamplight upon the cut-glass decanter.
"You know my opinion of war, Julian," he said.

"It's a filthy, intolerable heritage from generations of autocratic government.

No democracy ever wanted war.