Smaller and smaller grows the Zeppelin, climbing rapidly higher and higher, until suddenly the miniature cigar disappears.

Still the searchlights sweep the skies, hoping to find their prey again.
"Suddenly utter silence reigns.

Have they gone?
Is the attack over?
Has one been hit?
Forced to land?
The minutes go by.

We are all now on the balcony--the women, too--watching the scene.

Again comes the well-known sound--once heard never forgotten--as though the wind were getting up, then a dull thud and explosion.