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"Did you see it?" she enquired.
"Not a chance," was the gloomy reply. "It was put on two covered
trucks and sent up to London by the first train. Captain Griffiths
can tell you what it was like, I dare say. You were down there,
weren't you, sir?"
"I superintended its removal," the latter informed them. "It was
a very uninteresting affair."
"Any bombs in it?" Helen asked.
"Not a sign of one. Just a hard seat, two sets of field-glasses and
a telephone. It seems to have got caught in some trees and been
dragged off."
"How exciting!" the girl murmured. "I suppose there wasn't any one
in it?"
Griffiths shook his head.
"I believe," he explained, "that these observation cars, although
they are attached to most of the Zeppelins, are seldom used in night
raids."
"I should like to have seen it, all the same," Helen confessed.
"You would have been disappointed," her informant assured her.
"By-the-by," he added, a little awkwardly, "are you not expecting
Lady Cranston back this evening?"
"I am expecting her every moment. The car has gone down to the
station to meet her."
Captain Griffiths appeared to receive the news with a certain
undemonstrative satisfaction. He leaned back in his chair with
the air of one who is content to wait.
"Have you heard, Miss Fairclough," his younger companion enquired,
a little diffidently, "whether Lady Cranston had any luck in town?"
Helen Fairclough looked away. There was a slight mist before her
eyes.
"I had a letter this morning," she replied. "She seems to have
heard nothing at all encouraging so far."
"And you haven't heard from Major Felstead himself, I suppose?"
The girl shook her head.
"Not a line," she sighed. "It's two months now since we last had
a letter."
"Jolly bad luck to get nipped just as he was doing so well," the
young man observed sympathetically.
"It all seems very cruel," Helen agreed. "He wasn't really fit to
go back, but the Board passed him because they were so short of
officers and he kept worrying them. He was so afraid he'd get
moved to another battalion. Then he was taken prisoner in that
horrible Pervais affair, and sent to the worst camp in Germany.
Since then, of course, Philippa and I have had a wretched time,
worrying."
"Major Felstead is Lady Cranston's only brother, is he not?"
Griffiths enquired.
"And my only fianc�," she replied, with a little grimace. "However,
don't let us talk about our troubles any more," she continued, with
an effort at a lighter tone. "You'll find some cigarettes on that
table, Mr. Harrison. I can't think where Nora is. I expect she
has persuaded some one to take her out trophy-hunting to Dutchman's
Common."
"The road all the way is like a circus," the young soldier observed,
"and there isn't a thing to be seen when you get there. The naval
airmen were all over the place at daybreak, and Captain Griffiths
wasn't far behind them. You didn't leave much for the sightseers,
sir," he concluded, turning to his neighbour.
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