She sat watching him, with the pen still in her fingers.
"Miss Abbeway," he said, "have you heard any news this evening ?" The pen with which she had been tapping the table was suddenly motionless.

She turned a little farther around.
"News ?" she repeated.

"No! Is there any ?" "A man was caught upon the marshes this morning and shot an hour ago.
They say that he was a spy." She sat as though turned to stone.
"Well ?" "The military police are still hunting for his companion.

They are now searching the garage here to see if they can find a small, grey, coupe car." This time she remained speechless, but all those ill-defined fears which had gathered in his heart seemed suddenly to come to a head.
Her appearance had changed curiously during the last hour.

There was a hunted, almost a desperate gleam in her eyes, a drawn look about her mouth as she sat looking at him.
"How do you know this ?" she asked.
"The Colonel of the regiment stationed here has just arrived.