ions and by
every means. Not only is he a Scot, he is also a barrister of the most
pronounced type. Brief him in your cause, and provided it is not a mean one
he will set out to lay flat the whole earth, if need be, in its defence. He
will overwhelm opposing counsel with the mere ferocity of his mien; he will
overbear the Judge himself with the mere power of his lungs, and he will
carry you through to a verdict with the mere momentum of his loyal support.
Once he has made a cause his own, no other cause can survive the terror of
his bushy eyebrows and his flaring face. He is a caged lion, but he does
not grow thin or wasted in captivity. As ever, he grows stout and strong on
his own enthusiasms. The cage will not hold much longer. Heaven be praised,
it's HINDENBURG and not me he's taken a dislike to.

He loathes militarism. Having waited nearly thirty years for a fight, it's
himself is overjoyed that he has Prussian militarism for the victim of his
murderous designs. To this end he has become a soldier, such a bloodthirsty
soldier as never was before and never will be again. The thoroughness of
it, for an anti-militarist, is almost appalling. The click of his heels and
the shine of his buttons frighten me. His salute is such that even the most
deserving General must pause and ask himself if it is humanly possible to
merit such respect as it indicates. No man, even upon the most legitimate
instance, may venture, in the presence of the dangerous McGregor, the
slightest criticism of the British Army or of anything remotely
appertaining thereto. He will not even permit a sly dig, in a quiet corner,
at the Staff.

Nevertheless McGregor hates, loathes and detests militarism. His
convictions are quite clear and convincing. Soldiers are one thing;
militarists are another. Rrobert James McGrregor, for the moment at least,
is by the grace of God and the generosity of His Majesty a soldier. That
creature HINDENBURG is a militarist. Quite so, I agreed; but then what
about the line? He helped himself to some more whisky, showing that he
could forgive anybody anything except a Prussian his militarism, and said
he was coming to that. But first as to HINDENBURG.

The man represents his type and is, says McGregor, a mere bully. He has
become a bully because he could succeed as nothing else. Given peace, it is
doubtful if he could get and keep the job of errand-boy in a second-rate
butcher's shop. Lacking the intelligence or spirit to s