ger, and the thought of seven million lives
involved in the fate of that sliding chart carried no conviction to her.
She forced into her mind the realisation of humanity, and of little
lives lived in little rooms.

"As one Crusader to another," she said, "do you find it does much good
in the war against Evil to drop bombs on people in their homes? After
all, every baby is good in bed, and even soldiers when on leave are
anti-militarist."

"It always does good to exterminate vermin in their lair," said the
German, trying restlessly to raise herself more to the level of her
lighter companion, who was still perched on the surface of the cloud.
"It is at home that Evil is originated, it is at home that English women
conceive and bear a new generation of enemies of the Right, it is at
home that English children are bred up in their marauding ways. It is
on the home, the vital place of Evil, that the scourge should fall."

"Oh, but surely not," said our witch eagerly. "It is at home that people
are kindly and think what they will have for supper, and bathe their
babies. Men come home when they are hurt or hungry, and women when they
are lonely or tired. Nobody is taught anything stupid or international
at home. You can bring death to a home, but never a righteous scourge.
Nobody feels scourged or instructed by a bomb in their parlour, they
just feel dead, and dead without a reason."

The cloud was very small now. The filmy edges of it were faintly rising
and falling like the seaweed frill of a rock in the sea. The witch kept
her eyes on her opponent's face, because to look anywhere else gave her
a white feeling in her head.

"Crusades of the high explosive kind," she said, "can work only on
battle-fields. Indeed, even on battle-fields--ah, what are we about,
what are we about? We are neither of us killing Evil, we are killing
youth...."

"I know, I know," wept the German witch. "My wizard fell at Vimy
Ridge...."

"You are talking magic at last," said our witch. "Dear witch, why don't
you go home and ask how it can be a good plan for one Crusader against
Evil to blow up another? How can two people be righteously scourging
each other at the same time? It is like the old problem of two serpents
eating each other, starting at the tail. There must be some
misunderstanding somewhere. Or else some real Evil somewhere."

"There is," said the German, recovering herself. "England is Evil.
England is the World Enemy. Throughou