She was very pale, but she had beautiful blue eyes like stars, and the most lovely golden hair that ever grew in the world." "Julie! My Julie!" groaned John under his breath.
"What did you say ?" "I was merely wondering who she was." "I wondered, too, and so did all of us.

We heard a tale that she was a princess, a niece or a daughter, perhaps, of the great prince, with whom she traveled, and we heard another that she and the woman with her were French spies of the most dangerous kind who had been captured and who were being taken into Germany.

And the face of the beautiful young lady, which I saw for only a moment, was French, not German." John felt hot and then cold from head to foot.

Julie a spy! Impossible! Spies were shot or hanged, and sometimes women were no exceptions.

How could such a charge be brought against her?
And yet anything could happen in such a vast confused war as this.