Greenmantle | Page 5

War Office dissatisfied with me?' I asked sharply.
'They are profoundly satisfied. They propose to give you command of your battalion.

Presently, if you escape a stray bullet, you will no doubt be a Brigadier. It is a wonderful
war for youth and brains. But ... I take it you are in this business to serve your country,
Hannay?'
'I reckon I am,' I said. 'I am certainly not in it for my health.'
He looked at my leg, where the doctors had dug out the shrapnel fragments, and smiled
quizzically.
'Pretty fit again?' he asked.
'Tough as a sjambok. I thrive on the racket and eat and sleep like a schoolboy.'
He got up and stood with his back to the fire, his eyes staring abstractedly out of the
window at the wintry park.
'It is a great game, and you are the man for it, no doubt. But there are others who can play
it, for soldiering today asks for the average rather than the exception in human nature. It
is like a big machine where the parts are standardized. You are fighting, not because you
are short of a job, but because you want to help England. How if you could help her
better than by commanding a battalion - or a brigade - or, if it comes to that, a division?
How if there is a thing which you alone can do? Not some embusque business in an office,
but a thing compared to which your fight at Loos was a Sunday-school picnic. You are
not afraid of danger? Well, in this job you would not be fighting with an army around you,
but alone. You are fond of tackling difficulties? Well, I can give you a task which will try
all your powers. Have you anything to say?'
My heart was beginning to thump uncomfortably. Sir Walter was not the man to pitch a
case too high.
'I am a soldier,' I said, 'and under orders.'
'True; but what I am about to propose does not come by any conceivable stretch within
the scope of a soldier's duties. I shall perfectly understand if you decline. You will be
acting as I should act myself - as any sane man would. I would not press you for worlds.
If you wish it, I will not even make the proposal, but let you go here and now, and wish
you good luck with your battalion. I do not wish to perplex a good soldier with
impossible decisions.'
This piqued me and put me on my mettle.
'I am not going to run away before the guns fire. Let me hear what you propose.'
Sir Walter crossed to a cabinet, unlocked it with a key from his chain, and took a piece of
paper from a drawer. It looked like an ordinary half-sheet of note-paper.
'I take it,' he said, that your travels have not extended to the East.'

'No,' I said, 'barring a shooting trip in East Africa.'
'Have you by any chance been following the present campaign there?'
'I've read the newspapers pretty regularly since I went to hospital. I've got some pals in
the Mesopotamia show, and of course I'm keen to know what is going to happen at
Gallipoli and Salonika. I gather that Egypt is pretty safe.'
'If you will give me your attention for ten minutes I will supplement your newspaper
reading.'
Sir Walter lay back in an arm-chair and spoke to the ceiling. It was the best story, the
clearest and the fullest, I had ever got of any bit of the war. He told me just how and why
and when Turkey had left the rails. I heard about her grievances over our seizure of her
ironclads, of the mischief the coming of the Goeben had wrought, of Enver and his
precious Committee and the way they had got a cinch on the old Turk. When he had
spoken for a bit, he began to question me.
'You are an intelligent fellow, and you will ask how a Polish adventurer, meaning Enver,
and a collection of Jews and gipsies should have got control of a proud race. The ordinary
man will tell you that it was German organization backed up with German money and
German arms. You will inquire again how, since Turkey is primarily a religious power,
Islam has played so small a part in it all. The Sheikh-ul-Islam is neglected, and though
the Kaiser proclaims a Holy War and calls himself Hadji Mohammed Guilliamo, and says
the Hohenzollerns are descended from the Prophet, that seems to have fallen pretty flat.
The ordinary man again will answer that Islam in Turkey is becoming a back number,
and that Krupp guns are the new gods. Yet - I don't know. I do