I shall disallow
all questions."
One jury protested. The foreman refused to bring in any verdict at
all.
"Very good," said the coroner. "Then I beg to inform you, Mr.
foreman and gentlemen of the jury, that under the Defense of the Realm
Act, I have power to supersede your functions, and to enter a verdict
according to the evidence which has been laid before the court as if it
had been the verdict of you all."
The foreman and jury collapsed and accepted what they could not
avoid. But the rumours that got abroad of all this, added to the known
fact that the terror was ignored in the press, no doubt by official
command, increased the panic that was now arising, and gave it a new
direction.
Clearly, people reasoned, these government restrictions and
prohibitions could only refer to the war, to some great danger in
connection with the war. And that being so, it followed that the
outrages which must be kept so secret were the work of the enemy; that
is, of concealed German agents.
It is time, I think, for me to make one point clear. I began this
history with certain references to an extraordinary accident to an
airman whose machine fell to the ground after collision with a huge
flock of pigeons; and then to an explosion in a northern munition
factory, an explosion as, I noted, of a very singular kind. Then I
deserted the neighbourhood of London, and the northern district, and
dwelt on a mysterious and terrible series of events which occurred in
the summer of 1915 in a Welsh county, which I have named, for
convenience, Meirion.
Well, let it be understood at once that all this detail that I have
given about the occurrences in Meirion does not imply that the county
in the far west was alone or especially afflicted by the terror that
was over the land. They tell me that in the villages about Dartmoor the
stout Devonshire hearts sank as men's hearts used to sink in the time
of plague and pestilence. There was horror, too, about the Norfolk
Broads, and far up by Perth no one would venture on the path that leads
by Scone to the wooded heights above the Tay. And in the industrial
districts: I met a man by chance one day in an odd London corner who
spoke with horror of what a friend had told him.
"'Ask no questions, Ned,' he says to me, 'but I tell yaw a' was in
Baimigan t'other day, and a' met a pal who'd seen three hundred coffins
going out of works not far from there.'"
And then the ship that hovered outside the mouth of the Thames with
all sails set and beat to and fro in the wind, and never answered any
hail, and showed no light! The forts shot at her and brought down one
of the masts, but she went suddenly about with a change of wind under
what sail still stood, and then veered down Channel, and drove ashore
at last on the sandbanks and pinewoods of Arcachon, and not a man alive
on her, but only rattling heaps of bones! That last voyage of the
Semiramis would be something horribly worth telling; but I only heard
it at a distance as a yarn, and only believed it because it squared
with other things that I knew for certain.
This, then, is my point; I have written of the terror as it fell on
Meirion, simply because I have had opportunities of getting close there
to what really happened. Third or fourth or fifth hand in the other
places: but round about Porth and Merthyr Tegveth I have spoken with
people who have seen the tracks of the terror with their own eyes.
Well, I have said that the people of that far-western county
realized, not only that death was abroad in their quiet lanes and on
their peaceful hills, but that for some reason it was to be kept all
secret. Newspapers might not print any news of it, the very juries
summoned to investigate it were allowed to investigate nothing. And so
they concluded that this veil of secrecy must somehow be connected with
the war; and from this position it was not a long way to a further
inference: that the murderers of innocent men and women and children
were either Germans or agents of Germany. It would be just like the
Huns, everybody agreed, to think out such a devilish scheme as this;
and they always thought out their schemes beforehand. They hoped to
seize Paris in a few weeks, but when they were beaten on the Marne they
had their trenches on the Aisne ready to fall back on: it had all been
prepared years before the war. And so, no doubt, they had devised this
terrible plan against England in case they could not bear us in open
fight: there were people ready, very likely, all over the country, who
were prepared to murder and destroy everywhere as soon as they got the
word. In this way the Germans intended to sow terror throughout England
and fill our hearts with panic and dismay, hoping so to weaken their
enemy at home that he would lose all heart over the war abroad. It was
the Zeppelin notion, in another form; they were committing these
horrible and mysterious outrages thinking that we should be frightened
out of our wits.
It all seemed plausible enough; Germany had by this time perpetrated
so many horrors and had so excelled in devilish ingenuities that no
abomination seemed too abominable to be probable, or too ingeniously
wicked to be beyond the tortuous malice of the Hun. But then came the
questions as to who the agents of this terrible design were, as to
where they lived, as to how they contrived to move unseen from field to
field, from lane to lane. All sorts of fantastic attempts were made to
answer these questions; but it was felt that they remained unanswered.
Some suggested that the murderers landed from submarines, or flew from
hiding places on the west coast of Ireland, coming and going by night;
but there were seen to be flagrant impossibilities in both these
suggestions. Everybody agreed that the evil work was no doubt the work
of Germany; but nobody could begin to guess how it was done. Somebody
at the club asked Remnant for his theory.
"My theory," said that ingenious person, "is that human progress is
simply a long march from one inconceivable to another. Look at that
airship of ours that came over Porth yesterday: ten years ago that
would have been an inconceivable sight. Take the steam engine, take
printing, take the theory of gravitation: they were all inconceivable
till somebody thought of them. So it is, no doubt, with this infernal
dodgery that we're talking about: the Huns have found it out, and we
haven't; and there you are. We can't conceive how these poor people
have been murdered, because the method's inconceivable to us."
The club listened with some awe to this high argument. After Remnant
had gone, one member said: "Wonderful man, that."
"Yes," said Dr. Lewis. "He was asked whether he knew something.
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