Lovelace grinned feebly. `So am I. I'm glad the Italians have won, too. They were bound to in the end, and this sudden finish saves thousands of lives being sacrificed on both sides in another campaign next autumn. Above all, I'm glad that concession never went through. For a moment, anyway, we've no longer cause to fear another war in Europe.'
`Events have proved how right the Millers were.,' Valerie said slowly. Zarrif's death was necessary. But that he should die of heart failure at the eleventh hour, makes you think, doesn't it? Perhaps it was God's business and not ours really.'
For a long time Lovelace was silent. At last he spoke again. `Did it ever occur to you, sweet, to wonder at an organization like the Millers leaving the affair solely in the hands of a boy like Christopher when such tremendous issues depended on its outcome?'
`No,' she said, I never thought of that; but now you raise the point, it does seem rather strange."
'Well, I don't believe they did. Cassalis killed Christopher with one of the Millers' special gas pistols. Where could he have got hold of such a weapon? Christopher and I found the body of a white man who had disguised himself as a native in Ras Desoum's cellar, It was hardly cold and riddled with bullets, We recognised it as that of poor Baron Foldvar who you. met in Jibuti. Perhaps the pistol Cassalis used was taken from the Baron and I did him a great injustice. It may be that the Baron killed Zirrif with it before the gunmen shot him down. We shall never know for certain, now, and it was God's business; but I believe he did send one of His Millers to do His will.'