William Le Queux - The Invasion of 1910 стр 3.

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Theres certainly something very peculiar, remarked the superintendent-in-charge to the sub-editor. If theres been an earthquake or an electrical disturbance, then it is a most extraordinary one. Every single line reaching to the coast seems interrupted.

Yes. Its uncommonly funny, Fergusson remarked. I wonder what could have happened. Youve never had a complete breakdown like this before?

Never. But I think

The sentence remained unfinished, for his assistant returned with a slip of paper in his hand, saying

This message has just come in from Paris. Ill read it. Superintendent Telephones, Paris, to Superintendent Telephones, London.  Have obtained direct telegraphic communication with operators of all five cables to England. Haarlem, Zandyport, Barkum, and Emden all report that cables are interrupted. They can get no reply from England, and tests show that cables are damaged somewhere near English shore.

Is that all? asked Fergusson.

Thats all. Paris knows no more than we do, was the assistants response.

Then the Norfolk and Suffolk coasts are completely isolated cut off from post office, railways, telephones, and cables! exclaimed the superintendent. Its mysterious most mysterious! And, taking up the instrument upon his table, he placed a plug in one of the holes down the front of the table itself, and a moment later was in conversation with the official in charge of the traffic at Liverpool Street, repeating the report from Paris, and urging him to send light engines north from Wymondham or Beccles into the zone of mystery.

The reply came back that he had already done so, but a telegram had reached him from Wymondham to the effect that the road-bridges between Kimberley and Hardingham had apparently fallen in, and the line was blocked by débris. Interruption was also reported beyond Swaffham, at a place called Little Dunham.

Then even the railways themselves are broken! cried Fergusson. Is it possible that theres been a great earthquake?

An earthquake couldnt very well destroy all five cables from the Continent, remarked the superintendent gravely.

The latter had scarcely placed the receiver upon the hook when a third man entered an operator who, addressing him, said

Will you please come to the switchboard, sir? Theres a man in the Ipswich call office who has just told me a most extraordinary story. He says that he started in his motor-car alone from Lowestoft to London at half-past three this morning, and just as it was getting light he was passing along the edge of Henham Park, between Wangford village and Blythburgh, when he saw three men apparently repairing the telegraph wires. One was up the pole, and the other two were standing below. As he passed he saw a flash, for, to his surprise, one of the men fired point-blank at him with a revolver. Fortunately, the shot went wide, and he at once put on a move and got down into Blythburgh village, even though one of his tyres went down. It had probably been pierced by the bullet fired at him, as the puncture was unlike any he had ever had before. At Blythburgh he informed the police of the outrage, and the constable, in turn, woke up the postmaster, who tried to telegraph back to the police at Wrentham, but found that the line was interrupted. Was it possible that the men were cutting the wires, instead of repairing them? He says that after repairing the puncture he took the village constable and three other men on his car and went back to the spot, where, although the trio had escaped, they saw that wholesale havoc had been wrought with the telegraphs. The lines had been severed in four or five places, and whole lengths tangled up into great masses. A number of poles had been sawn down, and were lying about the roadside. Seeing that nothing could be done, the gentleman remounted his car, came on to Ipswich, and reported the damage at our call office.

And is he still there? exclaimed the superintendent quickly, amazed at the motorists statement.

Yes. I asked him to wait for a few moments in order to speak to you, sir.

Good. Ill go at once. Perhaps youd like to come also, Mr. Fergusson?

And all four ran up to the gallery, where the huge switchboards were ranged around, and where the night operators, with the receivers attached to one ear, were still at work.

In a moment the superintendent had taken the operators seat, adjusted the ear-piece, and was in conversation with Ipswich. A second later he was speaking with the man who had actually witnessed the cutting of the trunk line.

While he was thus engaged an operator at the farther end of the switchboard suddenly gave vent to a cry of surprise and disbelief.

What do you say, Beccles? Repeat it, he asked excitedly.

Then a moment later he shouted aloud

Beccles says that German soldiers hundreds of them are pouring into the place! The Germans have landed at Lowestoft, they think.

All who heard those ominous words sprang up dumbfounded, staring at each other.

The assistant-superintendent dashed to the operators side and seized his apparatus.

Halloa halloa, Beccles! Halloa halloa halloa!

The response was some gruff words in German, and the sound of scuffling could distinctly be heard. Then all was silent.

Time after time he rang up the small Suffolk town, but in vain. Then he switched through to the testers, and quickly the truth was plain.

The second trunk line to Norwich, running from Ipswich by Harleston and Beccles, had been cut farther towards London.

But what held everyone breathless in the trunk telephone headquarters was that the Germans had actually effected the surprise landing that had so often in recent years been predicted by military critics; that England on that quiet September Sunday morning had been attacked. England was actually invaded. It was incredible!

Yet Londons millions in their Sunday morning lethargy were in utter ignorance of the grim disaster that had suddenly fallen upon the land.

Fergusson was for rushing at once back to the Weekly Dispatch office to get out an extraordinary edition, but the superintendent, who was still in conversation with the motorist, urged judicious forethought.

For the present, let us wait. Dont let us alarm the public unnecessarily. We want corroboration. Let us have the motorist up here, he suggested.

Yes, cried the sub-editor. Let me speak to him.

Over the wire Fergusson begged the stranger to come at once to London and give his story, declaring that the military authorities would require it. Then, just as the man who had been shot at by German advance spies for such they had undoubtedly been in order to prevent the truth leaking out, gave his promise to come to town at once, there came over the line from the coastguard at Southwold a vague, incoherent telephone message regarding strange ships having been seen to the northward, and asking for connection with Harwich; while Kings Cross and Liverpool Street Stations both rang up almost simultaneously, reporting the receipt of extraordinary messages from Kings Lynn, Diss, Harleston, Halesworth, and other places. All declared that German soldiers were swarming over the north, that Lowestoft and Beccles had been seized, and that Yarmouth and Cromer were isolated.

Various stationmasters reported that the enemy had blown up bridges, taken up rails, and effectually blocked all communication with the coast. Certain important junctions were already held by the enemys outposts.

Such was the amazing news received in that high-up room in Carter Lane, City, on that sweet, sunny morning when all the great world of London was at peace, either still slumbering or week-ending.

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