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Levitt said:

“No… That's one of the questions he's reserving for himself to ask. It appears that if you answer that you are a Socialist he intends to cut you out of his will…”

Tietjens said:

“His will! … Oh, yes, of course, he might very well leave me something. But doesn't that supply rather a motive for me to say that I am? I don't want this money. ”

Levin positively jumped a step backwards. Money, and particularly money that came by way of inheritance, being one of the sacred things of life for him, he exclaimed:

“I don't see that you can joke about such a subject! ”

Tietjens answered good-humouredly:

“Well, you don't expect me to play up to the old gentleman in order to get his poor old shekels. ” He added: “Hadn't we better get it over? ”

Levin said:

“You've got hold of yourself? ”

Tietjens answered:

“Pretty well… You'll excuse my having been emotional so far. You aren't English, so it won't have embarrassed you. ”

Levin exclaimed in an outraged manner:

“Hang it, I'm English to the backbone! What's the matter with me? ”

Tietjens said:

“Nothing… Nothing in the world. That's just what makes you un-English. We're all… well, it doesn't matter what's wrong with us… What did you gather about my relations with Miss Wannop? ”

The question was unemotionally put and Levin was still so concerned as to his origins that he did not at first grasp what Tietjens had said. He began to protest that he had been educated at Winchester and Magdalen. Then he exclaimed, “Oh! ” And took time for reflection.

“If, ” he said finally, “the general had not let out that she was young and attractive… at least, I suppose attractive… I should have thought that you regarded her as an old maid… You know, of course, that it came to me as a shock, the thought that there was anyone… That you had allowed yourself… Anyhow… I suppose that I'm simple…”

Tietjens said:

“What did the general gather? ”

“He…” Levin said, “he stood over you with his head held to one side, looking rather cunning… like a magpie listening at a hole it's dropped a nut into… First he looked disappointed: then quite glad. A simple kind of gladness. Just glad, you know… When we got outside the hut he said 'I suppose in vino veritas, ' and then he asked me the Latin for 'sleep'… But I had forgotten it too…”

Tietjens said:

“What did I say? ”

“It's…” Levin hesitated, “extraordinarily difficult to say what you did say… I don't profess to remember long speeches to the letter… Naturally it was a good deal broken up… I tell you, you were talking to a young lady about matters you don't generally talk to young ladies about… And obviously you were trying to let your… Mrs Tietjens, down easily… You were trying to explain also why you had definitely decided to separate from Mrs Tietjens… And you took it that the young lady might be troubled… at the separation…”

Tietjens said carelessly:

“This is rather painful. Perhaps you would let me tell you exactly what did happen last night…”

Levin said:

“If you only would! ” He added rather diffidently: “If you would not mind remembering that I am a military court of inquiry. It makes it easier for me to report to the general if you say things dully and in the order they happened. ”

Tietjens said:

“Thank you…” and after a short interval, “I retired to rest with my wife last night at… I cannot say the hour exactly. Say half-past one. I reached this camp at half-past four, taking rather over half an hour to walk. What happened, as I am about to relate, took place therefore before four. ”

“The hour, ” Levin said, “is not material. We know the incident occurred in the small hours. General O'Hara made his complaint to me at three-thirty-five. He probably took five minutes to reach my quarters. ”

Tietjens asked:

“The exact charge was…”

“The complaints, ” Levin answered, “were very numerous indeed… I could not catch them all. The succinct charge was at first being drunk and striking a superior officer, then merely that of conduct prejudicial in that you struck… There is also a subsidiary charge of conduct prejudicial in that you improperly marked a charge-sheet in your orderly room… I did not catch what all that was about… You appear to have had a quarrel with him about his red caps…”

“That, ” Tietjens said, “is what it is really all about. ” He asked: “The officer I was said to have struck was…? ” Levin said:

“Perowne…” dryly.

Tietjens said:

“You are sure it was not himself. I am prepared to plead guilty to striking General O'Hara. ”

“It is not, ” Levin said, “a question of pleading guilty. There is no charge to that effect against you, and you are perfectly aware that you are not under arrest… An order to perform any duty after you have been placed under arrest in itself releases you and dissolves the arrest. ”

Tietjens said coolly:

“I am perfectly aware of that. And that that was General Campion's intention in ordering me to accompany him round my cook-houses… But I doubt… I put it to you for your serious attention whether that is the best way to hush this matter up… I think it would be more expedient that I should plead guilty to a charge of striking General O'Hara. And naturally to being drunk. An officer does not strike a general when he is sober. That would be a quite inconspicuous affair. Subordinate officers are broken every day for being drunk. ”

Levin had said “Wait a minute, ” twice. He now exclaimed with a certain horror:

“Your mania for sacrificing yourself makes you lose all… all sense of proportion. You forget that General Campion is a gentleman. Things cannot be done in a hole-and-corner manner in this command…”

Tietjens said:

“They're done unbearably… It would be nothing to me to be broke for being drunk, but raking up all this is hell. ”

Levin said:

“The general is anxious to know exactly what has happened. You will kindly accept an order to relate exactly what happened. ”

Tietjens said:

“That is what is perfectly damnable…” He remained silent for nearly a minute, Levin slapping his leggings with his riding-crop in a nervously passionate rhythm. Tietjens stiffened himself and began:

“General O'Hara came to my wife's room and burst in the door. I was there. I took him to be drunk. But from what he exclaimed I have since imagined that he was not so much drunk as misled. There was another man lying in the corridor where I had thrown him. General O'Hara exclaimed that this was Major Perowne. I had not realized that this was Major Perowne. I do not know Major Perowne very well and he was not in uniform. I had imagined him to be a French waiter coming to call me to the telephone. I had seen only his face round the door: he was looking round the door. My wife was in a state… bordering on nudity. I had put my hand under his chin and thrown him through the doorway. I am physically very strong and I exercised all my strength. I am aware of that. I was excited, but not more excited than the circumstances seemed to call for…”

Levin exclaimed:

“But… At three in the morning! The telephone! ”

“I was ringing up my headquarters and yours. All through the night. The O. I. C. draft, Lieutenant Cowley, was also ringing me up. I was anxious to know what was to be done about the Canadian railway men. I had three times been called to the telephone since I had been in Mrs Tietjens' room, and once an orderly had come down from the camp. I was also conducting a very difficult conversation with my wife as to the disposal of my family's estates, which are large, so that the details were complicated. I occupied the room next door to Mrs Tietjens and till that moment, the communicating door between the rooms being open, I had heard when a waiter or an orderly had knocked at my own door in the corridor. The night porter of the hotel was a dark, untidy, surly sort of fellow… Not unlike Perowne. ”

Levin said:

“Is it necessary to go into all this? We…”

Tietjens said:

“If I am to make a statement it seems necessary. I would prefer you to question me…”

Levin said:

“Please go on… We accept the statement that Major Perowne was not in uniform. He states that he was in his pyjamas and dressing-gown. Looking for the bathroom. ”

Tietjens said: “Ah! ” and stood reflecting. He said:

“May I hear the… purport of Major Perowne's statement? ”

“He states, ” Levin said, “what I have just said. He was looking for the bathroom. He had not slept in the hotel before. He opened a door and looked round it, and was immediately thrown with great violence down into the passage with his head against the wall. He says that this dazed him so that, not really appreciating what had happened, he shouted various accusations against the person who had assaulted him… General O'Hara then came out of his room…”

Tietjens said:

“What accusations did Major Perowne shout? ”

“He doesn't…” Levin hesitated, “eh! … elaborate them in his statement. ”

Tietjens said:

“It is, I imagine, material that I should know what they are…”

Levin said:

“I don't know that… If you'll forgive me… Major Perowne came to see me, reaching me half an hour after General O'Hara. He was very… extremely nervous and concerned. I am bound to say… for Mrs. Tietjens. And also very concerned to spare yourself! … It appears that he had shouted out just anything… As it might be 'Thieves! ' or 'Fire! '… But when General O'Hara came out he told him, being out of himself, that he had been invited to your wife's room, and that… Oh, excuse me… I'm under great obligations to you… the very greatest… that you had attempted to blackmail him! ”

Tietjens said:

“Well! …”

“You understand, ” Levin said, and he was pleading, “that that is what he said to General O'Hara in the corridor. He even confessed it was madness… He did not maintain the accusation to me…”

Tietjens said:

“Not that Mrs Tietjens had given him leave? …”

Levin said with tears in his eyes:

“I'll not go on with this… I will rather resign my commission than go on tormenting you…”

“You can't resign your commission, ” Tietjens said.

“I can resign my appointment, ” Levin answered. He went on sniffling: “This beastly war! … This beastly war! …”

Tietjens said:

“If what is distressing you is having to tell me that you believe Major Perowne came with my wife's permission I know it's true. It's also true that my wife expected me to be there. She wanted some fun: not adultery. But I am also aware—as Major Thurston appears to have told General Campion—that Mrs Tietjens was with Major Perowne. In France. At a place called Yssingueux-les-Pervenches…”

“That wasn't the name, ” Levin blubbered. “It was Saint… Saint… Saint something. In the Cevennes…”

Tietjens said:

“Don't, there! … Don't distress yourself…”

“But I'm…” Levin went on, “under great obligations to you…”

“I'd better, ” Tietjens said, “finish this matter myself. ”

Levin said:

“It will break the general's heart. He believes so absolutely in Mrs Tietjens. Who wouldn't? … How the devil could you guess what Major Thurston told him? ”

“He's the sort of brown, trustworthy man who always does know that sort of thing, ” Tietjens answered. “As for the general's belief in Mrs. Tietjens, he's perfectly justified… Only there will be no more parades. Sooner or later it has to come to that for us all…” He added with a little bitterness: “Only not for you. Being a Turk or a Jew you are a simple, Oriental, monogamous, faithful soul…” He added again: “I hope to goodness the sergeant-cook has the sense not to keep the men's dinners back for the general's inspection… But of course he will not…”

Levin said:

“What in the world would that matter? ” fiercely. “He keeps men waiting as much as three hours. On parade. ”

“Of course, ” Tietjens said, “if that is what Major Perowne told General O'Hara it removes a good deal of my suspicions of the latter's sobriety. Try to get the position. General O'Hara positively burst in the little sneck of the door that I had put down and came in shouting: 'Where is the —— blackmailer? ' And it was a full three minutes before I could get rid of him. I had had the presence of mind to switch off the light and he persisted in asking for another look at Mrs Tietjens. You see, if you consider it, he is a very heavy sleeper. He is suddenly awakened after, no doubt, not a few pegs. He hears Major Perowne shouting about blackmail and thieves… I dare say this town has its quota of blackmailers. O'Hara might well be anxious to catch one in the act. He hates me, anyhow, because of his Red Caps. I'm a shabby-looking chap he doesn't know much about. Perowne passes for being a millionaire. I daresay he is: he's said to be very stingy. That would be how he got hold of the idea of blackmail and hypnotized the general with it…”

He went on again:

“But I wasn't to know that… I had shut the door on Perowne and didn't even know he was Perowne. I really thought he was the night porter coming to call me to the telephone. I only saw a roaring satyr. I mean that was what I thought O'Hara was… And I assure you I kept my head… When he persisted in leaning against the doorpost and asking for another look at Mrs Tietjens, he kept on saying: 'The woman' and 'The hussy. ' Not 'Mrs Tietjens. '… I thought then that there was something queer. I said: 'This is my wife's room, ' several times. He said something to the effect of how could he know she was my wife, and… that she had made eyes at himself in the lounge, so it might have been himself as well as Perowne… I dare say he had got it into his head that I had imported some tart to blackmail someone… But you know… I grew exhausted after a time… I saw outside in the corridor one of the little subalterns he has on his staff, and I said: 'If you do not take General O'Hara away I shall order you to put him under arrest for drunkenness. ' That seemed to drive the general crazy. I had gone closer to him, being determined to push him out of the door, and he decidedly smelt of whisky. Strongly… But I dare say he was thinking himself outraged, really. And perhaps also coming to his senses. As there was nothing else for it I pushed him gently out of the room. In going he shouted that I was to consider myself under arrest. I so considered myself… That is to say that, as soon as I had settled certain details with Mrs Tietjens, I walked up to the camp, which I took to be my quarters, though I am actually under the M. O. 's orders to reside in this hotel owing to the state of my lungs. I saw the draft off, that not necessitating my giving any orders. I went to my sleeping quarters, it being then about six-thirty, and towards seven awakened McKechnie, whom I asked to take my adjutant's and battalion parade and orderly-room. I had breakfast in my hut, and then went into my private office to await developments. I think I have now told you everything material…”

General Lord Edward Campion, G. C. B., K. C. M. G. (military), D. S. O., etc., sat, radiating glory and composing a confidential memorandum to the Secretary of State for War, on a bully-beef case, leaning forward over a military blanket that covered a deal table. He was for the moment in high good humour on the surface, though his subordinate minds were puzzled and depressed. At the end of each sentence that he wrote—and he wrote with increasing satisfaction! —a mind that he was not using said: “What the devil am I going to do with that fellow? ” Or: “How the devil is that girl's name to be kept out of this mess? ”

Having been asked to write a confidential memorandum for the information of the home authorities as to what, in his opinion, was the cause of the French railway strike, he had hit on the ingenious device of reporting what was the opinion of the greater part of the forces under his command. This was a dangerous line to take, for he might well come into conflict with the home Government. But he was pretty certain that any inquiries that the home Government could cause to be made amongst the local civilian population would confirm what he was writing—which he was careful to state was not to be taken as a communication of his own opinion. In addition, he did not care what the Government did to him.

He was satisfied with his military career. In the early part of the war, after materially helping mobilisation, he had served with great distinction in the East, in command mostly of mounted infantry. He had subsequently so distinguished himself in the organising and transporting of troops coming and going overseas that, on the part of the lines of communication where he now commanded becoming of great importance, he knew that he had seemed the only general that could be given that command. It had become of enormous importance—these were open secrets! —because, owing to divided opinions in the Cabinet, it might at any moment be decided to move the bulk of H. M. Forces to somewhere in the East. The idea underlying this—as General Campion saw it—had at least some relation to the necessities of the British Empire, and strategy embracing world politics as well as military movements—a fact which is often forgotten. There was this much to be said for it: the preponderance of British Imperial interests might be advanced as lying in the Middle and Far Eaststo the east, that is to say, of Constantinople. This might be denied, but it was a feasible proposition. The present operations on the Western front, arduous, and even creditable, as they might have been until relatively lately, were very remote from our Far-Eastern possessions and mitigated from, rather than added to, our prestige. In addition, the unfortunate display in front of Constantinople in the beginning of the war had almost eliminated our prestige with the Mohammedan races. Thus a demonstration in enormous force in any region between European Turkey and the north-western frontiers of India might point out to Mohammedans, Hindus, and other Eastern races, what overwhelming forces Great Britain, were she so minded, could put into the field. It is true that that would mean the certain loss of the war on the Western front, with corresponding loss of prestige in the West. But the wiping out of the French republic would convey little to the Eastern races, whereas we could no doubt make terms with the enemy nations, as a price for abandoning our allies, that might well leave the Empire, not only intact, but actually increased in colonial extent, since it was unlikely that the enemy empires would wish to be burdened with colonies for some time.

General Campion was not overpoweringly sentimental over the idea of the abandonment of our allies. They had won his respect as fighting organizations, and that, to the professional soldier, is a great deal; but still he was a professional soldier, and the prospect of widening the bounds of the British Empire could not be contemptuously dismissed at the price of rather sentimental dishonour. Such bargains had been struck before during wars involving many nations, and doubtless such bargains would be struck again. In addition, votes might be gained by the Government from the small but relatively noisy and menacing part of the British population that favoured the enemy nations.

But when it came to tactics—which it should be remembered concerns itself with the movement of troops actually in contact with enemy forces—General Campion had no doubt that that plan was the conception of the brain of a madman. The dishonour of such a proceeding must of course be considered—and its impracticability was hopeless. The dreadful nature of what would be our debacle did we attempt to evacuate the Western front might well be unknown to, or might be deliberately ignored by, the civilian mind. But the general could almost see the horrors as a picture—and, professional soldier as he was, his mind shuddered at the picture. They had by now in the country enormous bodies of troops who had hitherto not come into contact with the enemy forces. Did they attempt to withdraw these in the first place the native population would at once turn from a friendly into a bitterly hostile factor, and moving troops through hostile country is to the nth power a more lengthy matter than moving them through territory where the native populations lend a helping hand, or are at least not obstructive. They had in addition this enormous force to ration, and they would doubtless have to supply them with ammunition on the almost certain breaking through of the enemy forces. It would be impossible to do this without the use of the local railways—and the use of these would at once be prohibited. If, on the other hand, they attempted to begin the evacuation by shortening the front, the operation would be very difficult with troops who, by now, were almost solely men trained only in trench warfare, with officers totally unused to that keeping up of communications between units which is the life and breath of a retreating army. Training, in fact, in that element had been almost abandoned in the training camps where instruction was almost limited to bomb-throwing, the use of machine-guns, and other departments which had been forced on the War Office by eloquent civilians—to the almost complete neglect of the rifle. Thus at the mere hint of a retreat the enemy forces must break through and come upon the vast, unorganised, or semi-organised bodies of troops in the rear…

The temptation for the professional soldier was to regard such a state of things with equanimity. Generals have not infrequently enormously distinguished themselves by holding up retreats from the rear when vanguard commanders have disastrously failed. But General Campion resisted the temptation of even hoping that this chance of distinguishing himself might offer itself. He could not contemplate with equanimity the slaughter of great bodies of men under his command, and not even a successful retreating action of that description could be carried out without horrible slaughter. And he would have little hope of conducting necessarily delicate and very hurried movements with an army that, except for its rough training in trench warfare, was practically civilian in texture. So that although, naturally, he had made his plans for such an eventuality, having indeed in his private quarters four enormous paper-covered blackboards upon which he had changed daily the names of units according as they passed from his hands or came into them and became available, he prayed specifically every night before retiring to bed that the task might not be cast upon his shoulders. He prized very much his universal popularity in his command, and he could not bear to think of how the eyes of the Army would regard him as he put upon them a strain so appalling and such unbearable sufferings. He had, moreover, put that aspect of the matter very strongly in a memorandum that he had prepared in answer to a request from the home Government for a scheme by which an evacuation might be effected. But he considered that the civilian element in the Government was so entirely indifferent to the sufferings of the men engaged in these operations, and was so completely ignorant of what are military exigencies, that the words he had devoted to that department of the subject were merely wasted…

So everything pushed him into writing confidentially to the Secretary of State for War a communication that he knew must be singularly distasteful to a number of the gentlemen who would peruse it. He chuckled indeed as he wrote, the open door behind him and the sunlight pouring in on his radiant figure. He said:

“Sit down, Tietjens. Levin, I shall not want you for ten minutes, ” without raising his head, and went on writing. It annoyed him that, from the corner of his eye, he could see that Tietjens was still standing, and he said rather irritably: “Sit down, sit down…”

He wrote:

“It is pretty generally held here by the native population that the present very serious derangement of traffic, if not actively promoted, is at least winked at by the Government of this country. It is, that is to say, intended to give us a taste of what would happen if I took any measures here for returning any large body of men to the home country or elsewhere, and it is said also to be a demonstration in favour of a single command—a measure which is here regarded by a great weight of instructed opinion as indispensable to the speedy and successful conclusion of hostilities…”

The general paused over that sentence. It came very near the quick. For himself he was absolutely in favour of a single command, and in his opinion, too, it was indispensable to any sort of conclusion of hostilities at all. The whole of military history, in so far as it concerned allied operations of any sort—from the campaigns of Xerxes and operations during the wars of the Greeks and Romans, to the campaigns of Marlborough and Napoleon and the Prussian operations of 1866 and 1870—pointed to the conclusion that a relatively small force acting homogeneously was, to the nth power again, more effective than vastly superior forces of allies acting only imperfectly in accord or not in accord at all. Modern development in arms had made no shade at all of difference to strategy and had made differences merely of time and numbers to tactics. To-day, as in the days of the Greek Wars of the Allies, success depended on apt timing of the arrival of forces at given points, and it made no difference whether your lethal weapons acted from a distance of thirty miles or were held and operated by hand; whether you dealt death from above or below the surface of the ground, through the air by dropped missiles or by mephitic and torturing vapours. What won combats, campaigns, and, in the end, wars, was the brain which timed the arrival of forces at given points—and that must be one brain which could command their presence at these points, not a half-dozen authorities requesting each other to perform operations which might or might not fall in with the ideas or the prejudices of any one or other of the half-dozen…

Levin came in noiselessly, slid a memorandum slip on to the blanket beside the paper on which the general was writing. The general read: T. agrees completely, sir, with your diagnosis of the facts, except that he is much more ready to accept General O'H. 's acts as reasonable. He places himself entirely in your hands.

The general heaved an immense sigh of relief. The sunlight streaming in became very bright. He had had a real sinking at the heart when Tietjens had boggled for a second over putting on his belt. An officer may not demand or insist on a court martial. But he, Campion, could not in decency have refused Tietjens his court martial if he stood out for it. He had a right to clear his character publicly. It would have been impossible to refuse him. Then the fat would have been in the fire. For, knowing O'Hara through pretty nearly twenty-five years—or it must be thirty! —of service Campion was pretty certain that O'Hara had made a drunken beast of himself. Yet he was very attached to O'Hara—one of the old type of rough-diamond generals who swore your head off, but were damn capable men! … It was a tremendous relief.

He said sharply:

“Sit down, can't you, Tietjens! You irritate me by standing there! ” He said to himself: “An obstinate fellow… Why, he's gone! ” and his mind and eyes being occupied by the sentence he had last written, the sense of irritation remained with him. He re-read the closing clause: “… a single command—a measure which is here regarded by a great weight of instructed opinion as indispensable to the speedy and successful termination of hostilities…”

He looked at this, whistling beneath his breath. It was pretty thick. He was not asked for his opinion as to the single command: yet he decidedly wanted to get it in and was pretty well prepared to stand the consequences. The consequences might be something pretty bad: he might be sent home. That was quite possible. That, even, was better than what was happening to poor Puffies, who was being starved of men. He had been at Sandhurst with Puffles, and they had got their commissions on the same day to the same regiment. A damn good soldier, but too hot-tempered. He was making an extraordinarily good thing of it in spite of his shortage of men, which was the talk of the army. But it must be damn agonizing for him, and a very improper strain on his men. One day—as soon as the weather broke—the enemy must break through. Then he, Puffies, would be sent home. That was what the fellows at Westminster and in Downing Street wanted. Puffles had been a great deal too free with his tongue. They would not send him home before he had a disaster because, unless he were in disgrace, he would be a thorn in their sides: whereas if he were disgraced no one much would listen to him. It was smart practice… Sharp practice!

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