"You say that you saw Major Felstead fifty-six hours ago.

You cannot mean us to believe that fifty-six hours ago you were at Wittenberg." "That is precisely what I have been trying to tell you," he agreed.
"But it isn't possible!" Helen gasped.
"Quite, I assure you," he continued; "in fact, we should have been here before but for a little uncertainty as to your armaments along the coast.

There was a gun, we were told, somewhere near here, which we were credibly informed had once been fired without the slightest accident." Philippa's eyes seemed to grow larger and rounder.
"He's raving!" she decided.
"He isn't!" Helen cried, with sudden divination.

"Is that your hat ?" she asked, pointing to the table where Nora had left her trophy.
"It is," he admitted with a smile, "but I do not think that I will claim it." "You were in the observation car of that Zeppelin!" Lessingham extended his hand.
"Softly, please," he begged.

"You have, I gather, arrived at the truth, but for the moment shall it be our secret?
I made an exceedingly uncomfortable, not to say undignified descent from the Zeppelin which passed over Dutchman's Common last night." "Then," Philippa cried, "you are a German!" "My dear lady, I have escaped that misfortune," Lessingham confessed.
"Do you think that none other than Germans ride in Zeppelins ?".