A Glimpse Of The Peril

: The World Peril Of 1910

The morning was spent in a general overhaul of the observatory and the

laboratory in which Lennard had discovered and perfected the explosive

which had been used with such deadly effect in the guns of the

Ithuriel. Lunch was an entirely delightful meal, and when it was over

Auriole took Mrs O'Connor and Norah up to her own particular domain in

the house to indulge in that choicest of feminine luxuries, a good long

talk
Mr Parmenter excused himself and disappeared into his study to get

ready for the evening mail, and so Lord Westerham and Lennard were left

to their own devices for a couple of hours or so. This was just what

Lennard wanted, and so he proposed a stroll and a smoke in the Park.



They lit their cigars and walked for a few minutes along a pine-shaded

path. His lordship had an intuitive idea that his companion had

something to say to him--albeit he was very far from imagining what that

something was to be--and so he thought he had better let him begin. When

they were out of sight or hearing of anyone, Lennard slowed down his

pace a little and said somewhat abruptly:



"Westerham, I am going to ask you a question which you will probably

think a rather impertinent one, and, moreover, whether you choose to

answer it or not, I hope you will not for the present ask me why I ask

it. Now there are a good many 'asks' in that, but as the matter is

somewhat important to both of us, I wanted to put the thing plainly,

even at the expense of a little tautology."



Lord Westerham, in addition to being a gentleman and a soldier, was also

one of the most frankly open-minded men that another honest man could

wish to have anything to do with, and so, after a long pull at his

cigar, he looked round and said:



"My dear Lennard, we were school-fellows once, and we managed to worry

through Cambridge together--you with a great deal more kudos than I

did--and we have been very good friends since, so there can't be any

question of impertinence between us, although there might be some

unpleasantness for one or both of us. But, anyhow, whatever it is, out

with it. Honestly, I don't think you could offend me if you tried."



"That's just what I thought you would say," replied Lennard. "And I

think you are about the only man I should like to ask such a question;

but after what you've just said I'll put it just as shortly as it can be

made."



"And the question is?" asked Lord Westerham, blowing a long stream of

blue smoke up through the still air towards the tops of the pine trees.



There was a little pause, during which Lennard bit off about half an

inch of the end of his cigar, spat it out, and took two or three more

puffs from what was left. Then he said, in a dry, almost harsh tone:



"The question is quite a short one, Westerham, and you can answer it by

a simple yes or no. It's just this: Do you intend to make Miss Parmenter

Marchioness of Westerham or not? Other things of course being equal, as

we used to say at school."



Somewhat to Lennard's astonishment, Lord Westerham's cigar shot from his

lips like a torpedo from a tube, and after it came an explosion of

laughter, which fully accounted for its sudden ejectment. His lordship

leant up against a convenient pine and laughed till he was almost

speechless.



"What the devil's the matter with you, Westerham?" said Lennard, with a

note of anger in his voice. "You'll excuse my saying so, but it seems

hardly a question for a sort of explosion like that. I have been asking

you a question which, as you might have seen, concerns me rather

closely."



Lord Westerham sobered down at once, although his voice was still

somewhat tremulous with suppressed laughter when he said:



"My dear chap, I'm very sorry. It was beastly rude of me to laugh, but

I'm quite sure you'll forgive me when you know the facts or, at least,

the fact, and that is as follows, as they say in the newspapers. When

I tell you that your sweetheart drove my sweetheart up to the house

to-day from Settle--"



"What, Norah Castellan!" exclaimed Lennard. "I didn't even know that you

had met her before."



"Haven't I!" replied Lord Westerham. "Look here, it was this way."



And then he began a story of a fishing and shooting trip to Connemara,

where he had rented certain salmon streams and shooting moors from a

squire of the county, named Lismore, who was very much in love with

Norah Castellan, and how he had fished and shot and yachted with her and

the brother who had sold his diabolical inventions to the enemies of

England, until he had come to love the sister as much as he hated the

brother. And when he had done, Lennard told him of the swimming race in

Clifden Bay, and many other things to which Lord Westerham listened with

an interest which grew more and more intense as every minute passed;

until when Lennard stopped, he crossed the road and held out his hand

and said:



"I've got the very place to suit you. A cannel-coal mine near Bolton in

Lancashire with a perpendicular shaft, twelve hundred feet deep. The

very place to do your work. It's yours from to-day, and if the thing

comes off, Papa Parmenter shall give a couple of hundred thousand dowry

instead of buying the mine. I don't think he'll kick at that. Now, let's

go back and have a whisky-and-soda. I've got to be off recruiting

to-morrow."



"I wish I could join the Yeomanry and come with you, if you would have

me," laughed Lennard, whose spirits had been rising rapidly during the

last half-hour or so, "only I reckon, as Mr Parmenter would put it, that

I shall have all my work cut out getting ready to give our celestial

invader a warm reception. To begin with, it won't exactly be child's

play building a cannon twelve hundred feet long."



"I wonder what they'd think of a proposition like that at the War

Office?" laughed Lord Westerham in reply. "Several permanent officials

would certainly faint on the spot."



A sharp frost set in during the night, and the sky was brilliantly

clear. After dinner, when the ladies had left the table, Lennard said to

Mr Parmenter:



"I am going to renew my acquaintance with our celestial visitor

to-night. I shall want a couple of hours to run over my calculations and

verify the position of the comet up to date; and then, say at eleven

o'clock, I should like you and Lord Westerham to come up to the

observatory and have a somewhat serious talk."



The owner of the great reflector looked up quickly over his wine-glass

and said:



"Look here, Mr Lennard, I guess this poor old country of yours has about

enough serious matters on hand just now without worrying about comets.

What's the trouble now?"



"My dear sir," replied Lennard, gravely, "this is a matter which not

only England, but every other country in the world, will have to trouble

about before very long."



"Say, that sounds pretty serious," said Mr Parmenter. "What's the worry

with this old comet of yours, anyhow?"



Lord Westerham smiled, and Lennard could not help smiling too as he

replied:



"It is too long a story to tell now, sir, and what is more, I cannot

tell it until I have reverified my observations and figures, and,

besides, the ladies will be expecting us. I shall be quite ready for you

by eleven. By the way, I haven't told you yet that those shells were a

perfect success, from our point of view, at least. It seems rather

curious how that all came about, I must say. Here's Denis Castellan, the

brother of the traitor, a British naval officer, and like his sister an

acquaintance of Westerham's. I discover the explosive, tell you about

it, you tell Westerham, and send me off to try it on the Ithuriel, and

here I come back from London with Miss Castellan and her aunt."



"Quite an excellent arrangement of things on the part of the Fates,"

remarked Lord Westerham, with a meaning which Mr Parmenter did not

understand.



"Why, yes," said their host, "quite like a piece out of a story, isn't

it? And so that explosive got its work in all right, Mr Lennard?"



"As far as we could see," replied Lennard. "It tore steel armour into

shreds as if it had been cardboard, and didn't leave a living thing

anywhere within several yards of the focus of the explosion. Erskine and

Castellan are filling up with it, and I expect we shall hear something

about it from London before long. I am glad to say that Lord Beresford

told me that after what he had seen of our fire, Government and private

gun factories were going to work night and day turning out pneumatic

guns to use it. The effect of it on land if a battery once gets within

reach of large masses of men will be something frightful."



"Sounds pretty useful," said Lord Westerham, who was one of those

soldiers who rightly believe that the most merciless methods of waging

war are in the end most merciful.



By nine o'clock Lennard was in the equatorial chamber of the

observatory, taking his first observations since he had left for

Portsmouth the week before. The ghostly shape pictured on the great

reflector was bigger and brighter now, although, to his great comfort,

none of the scientific papers had made any mention of its discovery by

other observers. When he had noted its exact position, he went to his

desk and plunged into a maze of calculations.



Precisely at eleven there was a tap at the door and Mr Parmenter and

Lord Westerham came in. Lord Westerham, as the guest, had the first look

at the approaching World Peril; then Mr Parmenter took a long squint

into the eye-piece and then they sat down, and Lennard told Mr

Parmenter, in the cold, precise language of science, the story which he

had already told to Auriole and Lord Westerham.



The millionaire, who had listened with an attention that even he had

never given to any subject before, smoked in silence for a few moments

after Lennard had finished, and then he said quietly:



"Well, I reckon that's about the biggest order that two or three human

beings have ever been called upon to fill. One thing's certain. It'd

make these fighting fellows feel pretty foolish if they could be got to

believe it, which they couldn't. No disrespect to you, Lord Westerham,

because I take it you do believe it."



"Certainly I do," he replied. "Lennard was never known to make a mistake

in figures, and I am perfectly certain that he would not make any in

working out such a terrific problem as this. I think I may also say that

I have equal confidence in his plan for saving humanity from the

terrible fate which threatens it."



"That's good hearing," said Mr Parmenter, drily. "Personally, I don't

quite feel that I've finished up with this old world yet, and if it's a

question of dollars--as far as I'm concerned, as I've got a few millions

hanging around loose, I might as well use them to help to save the human

race from being burnt to death as to run corners and trusts, which

won't be much use anyhow if we can't stop this comet, or whatever it is.

Now, Mr Lennard, what's your plan for the scientific salvation of the

world?"



"There is nothing new about the idea," replied Lennard, "except its

application to the present circumstances. Of course you have read Jules

Verne's Journey to the Moon? Well, my plan is simply to do the same

thing on a much bigger scale, only instead of firing men and dogs and

chickens out of my cannon, I am going to fire something like a ton and a

half of explosives.



"The danger is in the contact of the nucleus of the comet with the

earth's atmosphere. If that can be prevented there is no further cause

for alarm; so, to put the matter quite shortly, my projectile will have

an initial velocity of ten miles a second, and therefore a range that is

practically infinite, for that velocity will carry it beyond the sphere

of the earth's attraction.



"Hence, if the gun is properly trained and fired at precisely the right

moment, and if the fuse does its work, the projectile will pass into the

nucleus of the comet, and, before the heat has time to melt the shell,

the charge will explode and the nucleus--the only dangerous part--will

either be blown to fragments or dissipated in gas. Therefore, instead of

what I might be allowed to call a premature Day of Judgment, we shall

simply have a magnificent display of celestial fireworks, which will

probably amount to nothing more than an unparalleled shower of shooting

stars, as they are popularly called.



"The details of the experiment will be practically the same as those

Jules Verne described--I mean as regards the making and firing of the

cannon--only, as we haven't time to get a big enough hole dug, I should

strongly advise the acceptance of Lord Westerham's very opportune

offer."



"That's so," said Mr Parmenter, quietly, "but I've got a sort of fancy

for running this business myself. My reflector discovered this comet,

thanks, of course, to the good use you made of it, and it seems to me

that I'm in a way responsible for making it harmless if that can be

done, and so I'm not disposed to take that convenient colliery as a gift

from anyone, no, not even you, Lord Westerham. You see, my lord, all

that I can do here is just finding the dollars, and to a man in your

position, doing his best to get as many men and horses and guns together

for the defence of his country, money is money. Will you take a quarter

of a million pounds for that colliery?"



"No, I won't, Mr Parmenter," laughed Lord Westerham. "In the first

place, the colliery isn't worth a tenth of that, and this country can

very well afford to pay for her own defence. Besides, you must remember

that you will have to pay for the work: I mean casing the pit-shaft,

smelting the metal and building the shell, to say nothing of the

thousand and one other expenses of which Lennard can tell you more than

I. For one thing, I expect you will have a hundred thousand or so to pay

in damage to surrounding property after that cannon has gone off. In

other words, if you do save the world you'll probably have to pay pretty

stiffly for doing it. They're excellent business people in Lancashire,

you know."



"I don't quite see the logic of that, Lord Westerham," replied Mr

Parmenter a little testily. "If we can put this business through, the

dollars couldn't be much better used, and if we can't they won't be much

use to me or anyone else. It's worth doing, anyhow, if it's only to show

what new-world enterprise helped with old-world brains can do in

bringing off a really big thing, and that's why I want to buy that

colliery."



"Well, Mr Parmenter," laughed Lord Westerham again, "we won't quarrel

over that. I'm not a business man, but I believe it's generally

recognised that the essence of all business is compromise. I'll meet you

half way. For the present you shall take the pit for nothing and pay all

expense connected with making a cannon of it. If that cannon does its

work you shall pay me two hundred thousand pounds for the use of it--and

I'll take your I.O.U. for the amount now. Will that suit you?"



"That's business," said Mr Parmenter, getting up and going to Lennard's

desk. "There you are, my lord," he continued, as he came back with a

half sheet of notepaper in his hand, "and I only hope I shall have to

pay that money."



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