denied and rejected it, was defeated and brought to
repentance.

Thus those who loved true peace--peace with equal security for small and
great nations, peace with law protecting the liberties of the people,
peace with power to defend itself against assault--were forced to fight
for it or give it up forever.

Chapter II

APOLOGUE

The man who was also a Werwolf sat in his arbor, drinking excellent
beer.

He was not an ill-looking man. His fondness for an out-of-door life had
given him a ruddy color. He was tall and blond. His eyes were gray. But
there was a shifty look in them, now dreamy, now fierce. At times they
contracted to mere slits. His chin sloped away to nothing. His legs were
long and thin, his movements springy and uncertain.

The philosopher who came to pay his respects to the man who was also a
Werwolf (whom we shall henceforth call MWAW for short) was named
Professor Schmuck. He was a globular man, with protruding china-blue
eyes, much magnified by immense spectacles. The fame of his book on
"Eschatological Problems among the Hivites and Hittites" was world-wide.
But his real specialty was universal knowledge.

Yet on entering the arbor where MWAW was sitting, this world-renowned
Learned One made three deep obeisances, as if he were approaching an
idol, and stammered in a husky voice: "Highly Exalted!--dare I--?"

"Ah, our good Schmuck!" said MWAW, turning in his chair and recrossing
his legs. "Come in. Take place. Take beer. Take breath. Speak out."

The professor, thus graciously reassured, set forth his errand.

"I have come to you, Highly Exalted, to inquire your exalted views on
the subject of Lycanthropy. Your Exaltedness knows--"

"Yes, yes," broke in MWAW, "old Teutonic legend. Men become wolves.
Strongest and fiercest breed. Eat people up. Frighten everybody. Ravage
countryside. Beautiful myth! Teaches power is greatest thing. Might
gives right. Force over all!"

"Certainly, Highly Exalted," said Schmuck humbly, "it is a
wonder-beautiful myth, full of true idealism. But what if it lost its
purely mythical quality and became historical, actual, contemporaneous?
Would it not change its aspect? Would not people object to it? Might not
the Werwolf get himself disliked?"

"Perhaps," answered MWAW, smiling till his eyes almost disappeared. "But
what difference? Ignorant people, weak people, no account. Werwolf is
stronger race, therefore superior. Objections silly."

"True, Exalte