Stop those telegrams.

Work for delay at any cost.
There's something inexplicable, sinister, about the whole business.
Freistner may be an honest man, but I'll swear that he hasn't the influence or the position that these people have been led to believe.
And as for Nicholas Fenn--" The Prime Minister paused.

Julian waited anxiously.
"It is my belief," the former concluded deliberately, "that thirty seconds in the courtyard of the Tower, with his back to the light, would about meet his case." They parted at the door, and Julian returned to his seat, uneasy and perplexed.

Around the Council table voices were raised in anger.

Fenn, who was sitting moodily with folded arms, his chair drawn a little back from the table, scowled at him as he took his place.