June 11th, 1945 4:30PM EST
Ernest Bevin rubbed his eyes as he was led through the bowels of the command center. The events of the last few hours had been like a whirlwind, and he was caught in the center of the storm. The leader of his party was dead. At least one other MP had been shot. And now an unknown number of Labour MPs had been arrested, taken into custody for conspiring with...
Nazi agents? If it sounded preposterous that is because it was, he thought.
A soldier opened a door and a dour faced Winston Churchill stood up and greeted him.
"Thank you for coming, Ernest," said the Prime Minister warmly as he rose and extended his hand.
"There is no thanks needed," replied Bevin, shaking his hand. Churchill turned to the crimson tumbler before him.
"Would you care for a glass?"
"Please," said the Minister of Labour. Churchill pored him several ounces of Ararat brandy and they both sat down.
Bevins took a sip and winced.
Churchill chuckled. "It is a bit strong, is it not," he asked with a grin. "But I do say, it is the best brandy that I have ever had. And for only the second time in my life, my compliments to Stalin. The first time of course being his allyship against Hitler."
His guest said nothing and the grin faded from Winston's face. "It is times like tonight where the temptation to overindulge is the greatest."
"Indeed," replied Bevins, taking another sip. He sighed, then leaned forward. "Winston, I do not know what the evidence is, but to say that Herbert Morrison was aligned with the Nazis is preposterous!"
"Preposterous?" asked the Prime Minister. "Preposterous? Indeed, it is preposterous. As preposterous as Hitler signing the Treaty of Non Aggression with Stalin. Yet here we are."
He handed a binder of papers and photographs to Bevin. The Labour Minister began to shuffle through them. They were pictures of Morrison, Ellen Wilkerson, and other Labour MPs meeting with various people.
Germans? thought Bevin,
who could tell? Financial documents detailing under the radar payments in gold. Transcripts of communications between the accused and Soviet officials. The volume of evidence was far too great to digest in a such a short period.
"But why?", he asked
"For the Hun, revenge most assuredly," replied Winston. "For the Soviets, the same goal that has always buttressed their motivations. Worldwide revolution. A dictatorship of the proletariat. A dictatorship that undoubtedly Morrison and the radicals would seek to spearhead."
Bevins shook his head. "No, I cannot--"
"Ernest, you were on their list of targets too," replied the Prime Minister dourly. "They know as well as I that you are a committed anticommunist. Unlike Morrison and Wilkerson, you were never seduced in your youth by the radicalism that threatened to drag Europe back down into the abyss. And had you gone home tonight as was your routine, you would have met the same fate as Attlee."
The Labour Minister sagged back. Indeed, Bevins was on the right - perhaps the far right of Labour policy position. He always had been.
"Civilization cannot survive if it is yoked to a propertyless proletariat was one of your sayings, I believe," said Churchill. "And for that, they determined that indeed it was you who was unworthy to survive. I have seen the other targets, some who are now dead. The list that was recovered from Willie Gallacher's body was extensive and--"
"Gallacher's dead?", asked Bevins in growing sadness. "I was just at his bedside twenty minutes ago."
The Prime Minister was quiet for a moment. A darkness seemed to fall upon his countenance. Bevins noted that he was trembling.
"Winston, are you okay?"
And after another few seconds, he was. Churchill shook his head and apologized. "I am sorry. I think that the fact that I was nearly gunned down myself tonight is finally reaching the peripheries of my mind. And as exhilarating it is to escape one's demise is, it is also quite troubling."
He took another sip of his brandy. "The police had told me that Gallacher was dead when they found the materials on his body."
"He's on death's door," replied Bevins. "He was shot five times and is in a coma. He is not expected to survive."
"For a man of his caliber, I pray that he does not," said Churchill firmly. "Ernest, these materials are a blueprint for the destruction of the British Empire. The focus on the war blinded Attlee to the radicalism within his own movement. Indeed, there may be such agents within the Conservative party as well. I do not apologize for the single mindedness that we all have had in pursuing the defeat of the Nazi regime. But now we must open our eyes if we are to defeat the even greater threat that lies before us. The fate of Britain is in our hands. Undoubtedly, you have heard my address tonight. Now, more than ever is the time to put aside political differences. We must unite if we are to save our nation."
Churchill extended a hand. "Can I count on you, Ernest?"