Black August gs-10

by Dennis Wheatley

  In a second Kenyon had sized up the situation. Ann had made a bargain with this brute to save their lives. With a flaming face he leapt from the dock, and as the soldier stretched out a hand to take Ann by the arm, hit him a tremendous blow beneath the chin.

  Brisket, taken off his guard, went crashing on the ground. Kenyon, his left arm wrenched from the sling, dived at him as he fell and caught him with both hands by the throat. The soldiers flung themselves upon him, but Rudd and Silas had both joined in the scuffle; with his immense strength the latter gripped two guards by their collars and cracked their heads violently together.

  One soldier loosed off his rifle and there was a splintering of glass. The magistrates were shouting from the bench. The doors burst open, more soldiers and an excited crowd rushed in. For a few moments a wild tumult reigned in the well of the court, but when at last order was restored, and Kenyon dragged, panting, back into the dock, Brisket remained a crumpled heap upon the floor. His head had cracked like an egg in his fall against the solid dais.

  The crowd stood there for a moment gaping at the body from which life had passed so suddenly, but the soldier who had fired the rifle was exclaiming, 'One of 'em's got away; after him, quick!' and dashed out of the room. He alone had seen Gregory leap to the tall window on the first sign of trouble, and dive through it to the lane which ran along the side of the Town Hall.

  A detachment was sent in pursuit of the flying Gregory, Brisket's body removed, the court cleared, and then the President looked sternly at the figures in the dock. 'If there had ever been any doubt in your case, this murderous attack upon a loyal officer of the New Order would serve to condemn you a hundred times.'

  'The swine! he asked for it,' Kenyon panted.

  The Chief of the Tribunal smiled a little grimly. 'Perhaps such men are necessary to restore order, but their morals do no honour to our Cause, and his interference for some private reason was unwarranted.'

  Then let's get back to where we left off,' said Kenyon promptly.

  'You still ask for this marriage?'

  'Yes, I am no less condemned than I was before.'

  Ann felt as though a great weight had been lifted from her shoulders. Even if they were all to die she had escaped that unspeakable degradation. Willingly she gave her hand to Kenyon and in a few short sentences the ceremony was performed.

  Silas bent over to Veronica, as the others signed on the first page of a new ledger. 'You know,' he said, 'it would make me very happy too.'

  'What's the use, darling?' Veronica sighed.

  'Well, tell me,' he pressed her. 'Just say we'd met in ordinary times would you would you have thought of becoming my wife?'

  Slowly she turned and faced him. 'Yes, Silas, I would have married you. You're the only man I've ever met who has all the interests I really care about, who is kind to the verge of stupidity, yet strong enough to prevent me making a fool of myself.'

  'Then let's, Veronica; it's great to know you really care that much, and it may be stupid sentimentality, but I'd like to have you Mrs. Gonderport Harker for any hours we've got.'

  'Why, darling, if you want me to,' her voice cracked suddenly and two large tears trickled down her face. She rubbed them away impatiently, and gave a rueful smile. 'What idiots we are, my dear; but never mind.'

  So they, too, were married, and it fell to Rudd to claim another privilege. 'I've always 'eard,' he stated loudly, 'that them 'as was due for a 'anging got a good square meal at the lars'.'

  'Waste,' thundered the fat man on the bench, but the President upheld Rudd's submission and ordered an issue of rations to each of them when they had returned to their temporary prison. Then he ordered their removal.

  On his way out Rudd paused before the bench and in a low voice again addressed the President: 'Er you'll excuse me, Guvnor, but 'ow long 'ave we got, if yer know wot I mean?'

  'About three hours, was the soft reply. 'Executions take place at seven o'clock in the morning and the evening.'

  'Coo er! that ain't long, is it. Couldn't yer make it ter morrer? It's me birfday, an' it 'ud be a kind o' celebration ter go out on what they calls yer natal day.'

  'No, that is impossible.' The Chief of the Tribunal shook his head. 'Other reactionaries are constantly being arrested and your place of confinement will be needed for them.'

  'Orl right, Guv'nor.' Rudd moved to follow the rest but threw a parting shot over his shoulder. 'I 'ope it keeps fine for yer when they bumps you off; an' they will, yer know, sure as me favourite dish is winkles.'

  An armed escort piloted them across the square, into the little hotel where Ann had spent a portion of the night, and the morning, then up the stairs to the first floor drawing room, where they were locked in and at last able to talk freely.

  'Well, we're for it all right,' Silas announced grimly, 'but you certainly are an extraordinary people. That magistrate managed to give me the impression that he had a real right to deliver judgment on us, he was that serious about it.'

  'Yes, we're orderly enough,' Kenyon agreed, 'even in a revolution; it's in the blood, I suppose, but that's what makes it so horribly final. They'll take us out of this place on the tick of seven o'clock and shoot us with the same precision as if they were serving a summons on us for not having paid the dog licence.'

  'Kenyon,' said Ann suddenly, 'we haven't got long kiss me.'

  She was still so overwrought that she could think of nothing but his presence and her escape, the others were shadows moving in the room, and as they turned away she clung to him with pathetic passion.

  Twenty minutes later their food arrived. Two potatoes apiece boiled in their jackets, a hunk of course light brown bread and an apple each. Rudd came away from the window where he had been staring out into the square. Veronica rose from her new husband's knee where she had been endeavouring to keep up a cheerful flow of banter, and Kenyon and Ann ceased to stare at each other stupidly upon the sofa.

  They had not tasted food for the best part of twenty four hours so, despite the fact that they might not live to digest the meal, they set to almost ravenously, while Ann recounted her adventures and they told her of their trip crowded together in one small cabin of the Shark, in which they had been brought from Shingle Street to Pinmill on the Orwell.

  After they had fed they fell silent, only the monotonous tread of the sentry as he paced up and down outside the door was audible.

  'Silas, is there no way that we can get out of this place?' Veronica demanded suddenly.

  He looked a little hopelessly around the old fashioned hotel drawing room. It was a low ceilinged room of moderate size filled with indifferent furniture. A spindle legged writing table stood between the windows, and a geranium plant on a pedestal occupied one corner. Antimacassars of coarse lace draped the arm chairs and sofa, the wallpaper was a hideous shade of green, and cheap prints of sentimental subjects hung on long wires from the picture rail. There was one door only, and the sole outward sign that the place' had been converted into a prison was a network of barbed wire across the windows. Silas shook his head: 'I'm afraid not, honey.'

  'If you call me honey I shall scream,' she exclaimed wildly and began to pace nervously up and down the room.

  Rudd stood again by the window keeping an anxious, fascinated eye upon the hands of the clock opposite. Ken yon and Ann had returned to the sofa and once more a strained unnatural silence fell upon the room.

  'What's the time?' asked Veronica suddenly breaking the tension.

  'Jus' turned 'arf pars' five, Miss,' reported Rudd.

  'I wonder,' she said slowly, 'if Gregory got away.'

  'You bet 'e did,' Rudd's belief in his master's capabilities remained unshakable.

  'Yes,' said Kenyon from the sofa a little bitterly, 'he would be the one to get out in the end; I expect he'll walk to London and turn Kommissar after all.'

  'Well, good luck to him if he does,' Veronica took him up sharply.

  'Oh, rather,' he agreed heartily, 'and if he did I'll bet his fir
st action would be to secure an order of release for us; the only trouble is that even Gregory couldn't get himself made a Kommissar in the hour and a quarter we have to go.'

  'I wonder what is happening in London,' Ann said ruminatively.

  Kenyon squeezed her hand. 'It's much the same as here I expect.'

  Then there is a chance that things will settle down again.'

  'After a bit perhaps, but first there will be wholesale shootings. It wouldn't be so bad if the chaps like that magistrate could keep control, the trouble is that the extremists like Brisket always get the upper hand in every revolution after the first month or two, and massacre the moderates. Once that happens it may be years before the country recovers.'

  'The English are very conservative,' Silas put in. 'It wouldn't surprise me any if there were a counter revolution.'

  No one contradicted him and they sank into silence again, too busy with agitated thoughts of their approaching end to enter into argument.

  'What time is it now?' Veronica asked again after a little in a nervous, high pitched voice.

  'Few minutes ter six, Miss,' Rudd muttered from his post of observation at the window.

  'God!' Kenyon groaned, forgetful of Ann for the moment. 'We've got another hour of this.'

  'Try not to think of it, my darling,' she smiled at him. 'I wish we could know if there is going to be a counter revolution though.'

  Silas heaved his bulk out of the arm chair. Despite his apparent calmness he was desperately worried for Veronica, yet he could think of no way to engage her mind and quieten her restfulness. 'I wish a darn sight more that this radio was working,' he remarked, laying his large hand on the switch. 'If only we could tune in to a band it might cheer us up a little.'

  Tick, tick, tick, the instrument responded with its rhythmic note.

  'Good God! it is,' exclaimed Kenyon, bounding to his feet, 'That's the metronome.'

  For a full minute they all stood staring at it in astonished silence, and then a clear resonant voice impinged upon their listening ears, coming to that drab, old fashioned room out of the vastness of the ether:

  'This is London calling.'

  25

  The Devil Rarely Gets His Due

  They stood with strained expectant faces, their eyes riveted upon the instrument, while the voice continued slowly and distinctly:

  'I am not a professional announcer, listeners will please overlook any faults of delivery. I will, however, speak as clearly as possible for this message is of vital importance.

  'As you are aware the Broadcasting Service has been suspended for nearly a month and doubtless you will have assumed this to be due to sabotage; actually, the wrecking of all stations throughout the country was deliberate and carried out, under the instructions of the late Government, by the principal executives before abandoning their plant; it being the policy of the Government to prevent facilities for propaganda falling into other hands.

  'During the first fortnight in August a reign of anarchy swept the whole country. Many deaths are reported from all quarters, and owing to a complete breakdown in the distribution of supplies, the prospect of starvation drove an ordinary law abiding people to unheard of acts of savagery.

  'Desperate efforts have been made however to cope with the vital questions of feeding the population, and if listeners will faithfully carry out the instructions which I am about to give there will be no further danger to any member of the community from lack of food.

  'On the breakdown of the late Government only one political body in this country was sufficiently organised to offer any prospect of stability if they were placed in power; I refer to the Communist party. For many years this party has been increasing in numbers, intelligence and strength. They have watched the gradual decline of confidence among the people in the succession of so called National, Socialist National, and finally United British Governments, convinced that a time would surely come when the nation would turn to them in some great crisis as the only body offering a clear cut break from the old tradition of muddle, compromise and incompetence.

  "This party was very highly organised, and every member of it fully instructed as to his duty when the expected crisis at last came; it is therefore not surprising that, on the fall of the late Government, the power of this party came to be felt very strongly, particularly in the towns, where its following was considerable.

  'Faced with the country rapidly dissolving into a state of anarchy a very large proportion of the people naturally rallied to this cause, which offered the only obvious means of restoring law and order.

  'Many of the principal towns of England, Scotland and Wales accepted the authority of the local Soviets a short time after the dissolution of the late Government and, although the street fighting was bitter and severe, London acknowledged a provisional Communist Government five days ago.'

  'There you are darlings, just what Gregory told us, and what the greybeard said in the Town Hall,' Veronica shrugged impatiently.

  'Shut up!' snapped Kenyon, 'oh hell! the battery's fading out.'

  The voice had grown weaker as they leaned anxiously nearer to the instrument. Silas twiddled the knob but atmospherics intervened and they could only catch snatches of the announcer's speech here and there.

  'Failure of foreign support… unable to redeem pledges… Manchester leading the way… two days and nights of massacre… first successes… three causes mainly contributing… dispatched by aeroplane… wonderful response by the United… recovery under new… food ships now… feeling of Empire never more strongly demonstrated… Canadian offer to admit… South Africa under this… difficulties of… enrolled at once… severe blow to Provisional Government… forces of the Prince Regent entered London at 3.15 a.m. this morning…'

  'Good God!' cried Kenyon; 'do you understand? There has been a counter revolution!'

  'Listen, listen!' muttered Ann, 'what did he say? read what?'

  'Something about a proclamation,' Silas turned the knob again, the instrument crackled, hooted, and buzzed, then the voice of the announcer came clear, loud and dominant once more: '… has ever strained the heart of this great Empire, yet I am proud to say that never in their long history have the English speaking peoples given a finer demonstration of their power to unite together for the preservation of freedom and justice in the darkest hour.

  'For years we have been drifting powerless in the grip of an effete system of Government. His Majesty knew it, I knew it, and the best brains in this country, who now constitute my council, knew it; moreover, in the last twenty years, I have made it my business to gather the opinions of men and women of every shade of thought and feeding in the country, rich and poor alike, and I am aware that many thousands of them realised it too, yet I was powerless to intervene.

  'Had I made any premature attempt to save the country from the crisis which I foresaw I should have been instantly accused of seeking a dictatorship, thereby seriously prejudicing the goodwill of a large section of the community when the crisis came.

  'I have never sought a dictatorship, and I give my assurance that as soon as law and order have been re-​established throughout the country, I shall cease to act as a dictator. In the meantime however His Majesty's condition being too grave for him to bear the strain of such a crisis, the last act of the legally constituted Government was to surrender supreme power into my hands; to refuse it would have been a cowardly neglect of my duty as your Prince.

  'Parliament will reassemble in due course, for it is as much a part of the Constitution as the Sovereignty itself, and time has proved that a Constitutional Monarchy is the form of Government best suited to the British people.

  'But when it reassembles, it is my intention to urge upon it the passage of bills which will make it a different body to that which we have known for many generation?. Firstly, I shall propose that hereditary Peers resign their right to sit by descent alone, and that for the future they be represented by certain members of their own order elected amongst themselv
es. By this means the best elements among the aristocracy will be retained and the Upper Chamber disembarrassed of those less useful.

  'Secondly, that the House of Peers be strengthened to twice its remaining number by new members; men of proven worth who have served the country well in every walk of life, yet who would never prostitute themselves to enter politics by throwing out promises, impossible of fulfilment, to an ill informed electorate. These will be elected in varying proportions by the newly constituted Upper and Lower Houses, Dominions Parliaments, Councils of Crown Colonies, and on the personal nomination of the Sovereign.

  'By these measures it is hoped that a body of men may be gathered together who will represent in achievement, integrity, and intellect, all that is finest, not only in Britain, but in our Empire beyond the seas.

  'To such a body we could well restore the ancient powers of the Upper House, while the Lower will remain, not as it has come of late years to be, a manoeuvring ground for ambitious party leaders, and wielding an authority far beyond its rightful place in the Constitution, but an elected body to voice the opinion of the people and a stepping stone for men of talent to the Upper House.

  'There will be in future no Prime Minister. That office was created solely on account of the difficulty which William of Orange experienced in speaking and understanding the English language. It is the rightful prerogative of the Crown, and, should His Majesty's condition continue to improve, as we pray it may, he will once more assume the Sovereign's ancient position at the head of the Council table. In the meantime I shall continue to act on his behalf.

  'I come now to the greatest step which has so far been taken to bring prosperity back to this dear country of ours. It is a policy which should have been developed long ago, but only this great crisis made possible the removal of opposition in the domestic politics of the Dominions and inter colonial rivalries. I speak of the redistribution of the population throughout the Empire.