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Page 8 R-A.F. ±i CHAPTER 10 “I say,” the Captain fairly explod ed. “You’re an American!” “Yes.” “Yes sir when you speak to me— that is, unless your curiosity about those very damp cells has been a roused.” “Yes, sir.” The last thing that Hutch wanted was solitary confine ment. If he escaped he must have Rusty with him. “What are you doing—why are you fighting for England against our glorious Germany?” Hutch didn’t know how to answer this without placing himself in a most unfavorable position. For a moment he thought without saying anything. “Well, come on. What are you a fraid of, Herr American?” There was a sneer in the way he pronounced American that made the flyer furious. He had never hated anyone so much in his life as he hated this sneering, bemonocled Nazi. “I was fighting for the English be cause I believe in freedom.” The German stiffened, got to his feet and paced the floor, all the while wiping his monocle industriously. Fi nally he spoke, and his voice was now soft, insinuating, hateful. “So. You believe in freedom. Well, well.” Then he turned on David and his sharp face went livid with anger. In a raised voice he fairly shouted. “Your free dom is ended. Soon England will beg us on her knees for peace. And then, by Himmel, the Americans! Nkizi Germany will dominate the world.” The man’s no idiot, Hutch thought, merely a fanatic. He really seemed to believe what he was saying, and as he spoke on it was apparent that he had forgotten the presence of a second person in the room. It was as if he were practicing a speech to be delivered at a political rally. “We, the great German folk, su perior to all other folks, will dominate The fools who think they can oppose • the will of Adolf Hitler. The fools who think they can oppose our might. The English fools the American fools! Ha!” Again he began pacing violently back and forth across the room. “We lost the battle of 1918, yes. But now we are a different Ger many, a Germany strong, united, and led by Adolf Hitler. The battle of 1940 is a different matter. We will dominate the world.” Hutchinson coughed and the offi cer turned as if surprised. “Ah! I had forgotten you were here. You may go. I shall keep your papers.” As Hutch passed Rusty he was able to whisper, “No funny business. You’ll get solitary confinement.” The chateau was a two story build ing around three sides of a square. Across the fourth side ran a high grille fence, and one passed over a very ancient drawbridge to enter. It had evidently been built in trouble some times with a thought for de fense. At present it made an excel lent military prison, and as the two airmen were escorted inside both were thinking the same thing—that escape would be most difficult from such a place. The only windows gave onto the court, the outside walls being blank and solid. At least they were to be allowed to remain together; and when they were finally left alone they began to look * around the room to which they had been assigned. “Looks as though we had company,” Rusty observed. There were four cots in the room, and over two of them hung the belongings of French officers. On one military cap there was the single stripe of a second lieutenant, and on the other two stripes of a first lieutenant. “At least they’re young,” Hutch said, after he had pointed this out to his friend. The room was not large, and it was very sombre, no sunlight pene trating there at any time of the day. There were the four cots, and by each cot a kitchen chair. In the center of the room stood a bare table, over which hung a single electric bulb with no globe or shade. The floor was of large stones, worn away at places by the tread of feet over the centuries, and the only rug was a square, moth eaten affair under the table. The walls were bare except where nails had been driven into them, to serve as clothes hooks, near the cots, and they had recently been whitewashed. Hutch said he believed the place had been temporarily arranged by the French as a hospital before the invasion. “Let’s look it over thoroughly,” the American said, “before our room mates return.” They went over the walls inch by inch, tapping with their knuckles un til they were raw. But the walls seemed solid. “Just as well try and dig through the Rock of Gibraltar,” Rusty remarked. “Not much chance there, I’m afraid. We might have a look-see at the floor, although it looks about as solid as the ; walls. These guys certainly built for . 1 the ages.” They searched over the floor as, carefully as they had the walls, going ' under the cots, in the corners, every • where, trying to find a stone that ' • could be budged from its place, but with no luck. They were tighly wed ged into their places and the dust of time had been packed about th?m like mortar. 5 Finally it was Rusty who whisper tied a low, long note of surprise. 1 “Hutch!” '! Hutch crawled over to where he | was. He had removed the table and the rug. “Look,” Rusty said, point ' ing to a large stone. “They’ve put : : the dust back, but it isn’t packed • down.” He blew around the edges of another stone and nothing happen- j ; ed. He blew around the edges of this j ! j one and dust flew up into his face. | They were so absorbed by the dis-, covery that they did not hear the 1 door open, but continued to examine the stone. Finally a voice spoke, j “Messieurs!” They looked around, startled, to see , [ two young Frenchmen, one short and * ’ j stocky, the other tall, and lean, look- j . I ing at them with angry expressions on their faces, standing in the door-: ; way. !** * * It was not until a week later that Wendy received the news of her broth er’s death and David’s imprisonment. ,: Arthur Stafford, as second in com- j mand of The Hornets, had reported ' the details of their battle over Brit , tany to the C. O. He had informed i the War Office of the loss of three ( pilots, and they in turn passed oh the; ; news to the families of the lost men. Hutch had given Lady Harrowsdale j as one of the persons to be notified in \ case anything happened to him, wish-! ing Wendy to learn of it through her, mother and not directly. Immediately on receipt of a tele- ‘ gram from Lord Harrowsdale, W endy I caught a train for The Downs. To! say that she was crushed by this news j would be gross understatement. She j felt that a part of her had been killed, as her love for Philip, now that he was gone, was even greater than she had believed possible. Poor old blun dering, happy, courageous Phil! Tears I rolled down her cheeks as she sat ’ there in the train thinking of him, i remembering all his odd little ways, j ■ The thought that he would have pre-; ; 1 ferred to die this way, fighting for I I his country, consoled her somewhat, j ’ and her mind turned to David Hutch-! ■ inson. Regarding him she was amaz-! , ed to find that she was not in the j least downhearted. He was not dead, . and that was everything. He was . only a prisoner, and instinctively she i felt that he was already working to , escape. Perhaps he had even now es ; | taped. She knew he would succeed and it would not have surprised her ■ to see him come into the compart • ment, where she was seated, at that i moment and say hello. Her confi > deuce in his intelligence, courage, and ; daring was limitless. i How she loved him, how she want > ed to see him again and feel herself ; melt into his strong embrace, press ing his hot lips hard against hers. ) Wendy sighed, forgetting for a mo i ment the tragedy of her brother’s c death, forgetting even that her David i was held in a German prison. She would speak plainly to her father a ’ bout David. v The first maid, Norah, opened the f door for Wendy when she arrived at i the Downs and, at sight of her young e mistress, the good woman broke into i tears and began sobbing violently a -3 bout “My poor Mister Philip.” She had been a member of the household h since the year of his birth, had seen t both children grow up, and felt that they were her own, at least in part, t “Isn’t it awful, Miss Wendy, I mean -about the Germans killing my poor . boy, and him so good and sweet? He i wouldn’t ha’ hurt a fly, he was that f kind.” Again she went off into a fit r of weeping. “My poor Mister Phil i ip! My poor Mister Philip! So kind f and sweet.” f Wendy put her arm around the old i, servant and tried to comfort her, de termining herself to show no emotion, e although the effort nearly killed her. s She, too, would have liked to weep s and weep, and only by great force of / character did she manage to set the i example of fortitude which she felt i was necessary. i “There, there, Norah! Don’t cry any more. My brother would have 3 preferred to die this way, fighting for - his country, fighting for liberty.” The maid continued to sniff and 7 murmur, “And him so young and so - brave,” until Wendy, exhausted from! s the effort of controlling her own feel l ings, changed the subject and moved ’ into the library. It was tea time and she noticed a table in front of . a blazing log fire, was set for four , persons. The family had naturally t expected her to come as soon as she WORCESTER DEMOCRAT, POCOMOKE CITY, MARYLAND ; received their telegram, but—who was the fourth? She put the question to Norah. “It’s a foreign gentleman,” she said. 1 “Staying here, Miss Wendy, since yesterday. Her Ladyship told Peggy ! last night, while she was brushin’ Her Ladyship’s hair before bedtime, that he was a Dutch gentleman what had come to help catch the people what’s doin’ all the harm around here. They been blowing up things and set tin’ fire to things something awful this last few days, especially military things.” The maid’s voice became confiden tial and dropped to what could be de-! j scribed as a stage whisper. “It ain’t for us in the servants hall to say what we likes and what we don’t like, Miss Wendy, and you’ll forgive I me if I tells you that we don’t like this Count de Beers, which is what he calls himself. He’s got a thin, . nasty face that’s all cut up with scars, and a sneakin’ manner, and the gar dener says he’l seen lights during the night coinin’ from the Count’s window when all ought to be blacked out. Beggin’ your pardon, Miss Wendy, j i for bein’ so bold.” , Further conversation between the young mistress and Norah was end ; ed by the arrival at that moment of Lord and Lady Harrowsdale. Their 1 , greeting of Wendy was affectionate, | : but. like herself, they refused to show any outward emotion. While they ap peared very grave, their self-control was a perfect example of what peo ple of courage, descended from long lines of patriots, should be. “Where is the Count?” His Lord ship addressed this question to Nora, 1 after he had embraced his daughter. “Sir, he went off for a walk fifteen minutes ago,” the maid answered, i “Said he had a headache and needed ! air, your Lordship, and that he would be back in time to dress for dinner.” Wendy couldn’t help wondering why I the stranger had offered excuses, or given reasons to a servant for his j comings and goings. This just wasn’t j done in England. However, instead Jof giving this further thought she shrugged her shoulders, guessed that it might be the custom in Holland, and suggested that it was time for_ tea. Not until Ncrah had left the room Through special arrangements with the mag* y. 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He spoke at some length of his ancestors, point ing out that Philip was the last male member, and that the family name would die with him. “Well,” he added, “it was in a great cause, the defense of England. And we have received word that he shot down two of the enemy before he died. Only one less than young Hutchinson. They paid us five for three, and Staf ford thinks he got a sixth, but did not wait to see it hit the ground. I’ll show you his letter, Wendy, after tea.” This was the first news Wendy had had of David’s three victories, and | she thought that this might be a good moment to broach the subject. She felt so proud df her lover, so bound lessly proud of his courage. Three of the enemy had gone down from his attack before they had been able to subdue him. Even her father must be swayed by his admiration for such bravery. “Father,” she said. It was not her habit to take the long road. Once she had made up her mind to go after a thing she took the straightest way, j the shortest cut. Lord Harrowsdale looked up from ; his tea. “Yes, Wendy.” “I want to marry David Hutchin son. He has asked me, bur not as i long as he is flying. I want your consent.” The old man knit his heavy eye brows until they almost came togeth er over his nose, and stirred the tea ! he was drinking for a very long mo ment before replying. When he did speak his voice was measured and steady; the voice, Wendy knew, that he used when he meant his word to be law, when he brooked no argument. “My dear daughter,” be began. “Doubtless the young fellow is very fine and courageous. I shall not dis pute that for a moment. But your mother and I have long since set our hearts on your marriage with an Eng lish gentleman of title. Especially now that I have no heir, and—” A terrific explosion rent the air, leaving the sentence unfinished. The house shook to its very foundations : as though in an earthquake, and sev eral panes of glass crashed to the j floor, shattered into bits. Lord Harrowsdale was first to reach the window and look out, close- : ly followed by the two women. “My God!” he exclaimed. “It’s the Bax • ter gunpowder works. We’ve doubled 1 the guard in the last few days, but • they’ve found away.” ! About five miles to the west a ■ great column of black smoke rose ! higher and higher, telling the story i of disaster. “I must go at once. Will you drive me, Wendy?” ; Father and daughter rushed out to l the garage, and her Ladyship hurried ; across the golf links to the hospitaL There would surely be some wounded brought in here for first aid treat . ment and she must be ready. I** * * [ That night at dinner the subject of • the explosion monopolized the con versation. Count de Beers, faultless- I ly attired in full evening dress, was I very interested and most sympathetic. 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