The debate chamber was full before the bells even finished ringing.
Winston Churchill stood by the tall window in Committee Room B, watching droplets pur down the glass.
His hands were folded behind his back, his cane leaning against the ledge.
The benches behind him were filling fast Labour MPs shifting in their coats, Conservatives stiff in silence.
The recent naval pact had broken more than protocol.
It had cracked open a question no one wanted to face.
Just how far would Britain go to avoid confrontation?
More then that how far will Germany force them.
The door clicked open.
Baldwin entered without a word, followed by Samuel Hoare and a bunch of quiet advisers.
The Prime Minister's face betrayed nothing.
Not pride.
Not shame.
For even he knows that only future will tell for what his decision hold.
Churchill turned from the window and stepped forward before the Speaker called for order.
He didn't need permission.
"I rise," he began.
