Somewhere in London, in a secret room near the Buckingham palace, five men sat brooding over a large round table. All of them had a cup of tea laid in front of them and some scones. Three of them were busy in an intense discussion while two sat down lazily smoking and drinking tea.
“All right! That will be enough!” spoke one of the elderly looking gentleman.
“Have we finally come to an agreement?” he asked in an assertive voice.
“My lord,” replied one young gentleman from one corner of the table “we cannot resort to violence... nay we should not... all these years we have been silently influencing world affairs but this- this assassination of archduke, it will bring ripples across Europe!”
“Well isn’t that what we want?” said another middle aged man from another corner of the table “
