"That's three
times they've been over, and I've neither heard nor seen one. This
time they say that it had the narrowest shave on earth of coming
down. Of course, you've heard of the observation car found on
Dutchman's Common this morning?"
The girl assented.
"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.
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