It was probably impolitic to fake—to overstate!—a case against enemy nations. The chickens would come home to roost in one way or another, probably. Perhaps they wouldn’t. That was a matter for one’s superiors. Obviously! And the first gang had been simple, honest fellows. Stupid, but relatively disinterested. But now!…What was one to do?…He went on, almost mumbling…
She had suddenly a clear view of him as a man extraordinarily clear–sighted in the affairs of others, in great affairs, but in his own so simple as to be almost a baby. And gentle! And extraordinarily unselfish. He didn’t betray one thought of self–interest…not one!
He was saying:
‘But now!…with this crowd of boodlers!…Supposing one’s asked to manipulate the figures of millions of pairs of boots in order to force someone el
