At the moment however the purrs predominate over the scratches.
Sir Nevile Henderson has hurried back to Berlin; Signor Mussolini has been purring to Lord Perth, and the Duke of Alba will relay to London the purrs of General Franco. Undoubtedly the thunder-storm which threatened us three weeks ago has changed its shape, its direction and perhaps even its imminence; a ridge of high pressure has reached Europe from across the Atlantic. Yet secondary depressions abound. The Mediterranean situation is most uncertain; demands may at any moment be made upon the Poles which the intense patriotism of Colonel Beck may reject as inadmissible ; and the Yugoslays are being en- circled. Our own Foreign Office, having for once been given some slight authority in diplomatic affairs, is proceed- ing with speed and skill. A new pattern is forming in the kaleidoscope. But the segments of which it is composed are as sinister as the old segments; it is merely the pattern which is being changed.
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