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All your neighbors are going. It is for la patrie. These are bitter times and we must all make sacrifices. Come, now, you must depart." Ruth wondered at his quiet, yet forceful, manner. The corporal stood back, thankful to have the disagreeable duty taken out of his hands. And the American girl wondered, too, at the respect Monsieur Lafrane had shown this French officer.
Tom was in peril daily hourly. It was no wonder that she revealed the ravages of war upon her mind. "Sh!" whispered Henriette. "Here comes Dolge, the gardener. Now that Bessie is gone he is the oldest person Madame la Countess has in her employ." "I wonder what became of Bessie. Monsieur Lafrane told me she was not apprehended with those men who helped her get away from the chateau."
Go to him at once, my dear. It is Monsieur Lafrane." Monsieur Lafrane Ruth could count as one of her friends. Not many months before she had enabled the secret service man to solve a criminal problem and arrest several of the criminals engaged in a conspiracy against the Red Cross.
A man in uniform on the front seat drove. Ruth got in, was followed by the secret agent, and they started. She had much more in her heart and mind; but she doubted the advisability of telling M. Lafrane. There was what she suspected about Major Henri Marchand. Could she turn suspicion toward the son of her good friend, the countess? And his brother who, it was said, had run away?
But she did not tell the countess she had taken her trip to the field hospital with the secret agent, M. Lafrane. "Dear me! That was so like him," the countess observed when she had heard the story of Aunt Abelard and her pullets. "His brother, too " "Is Count Allaire like his brother?" Ruth asked quietly. "Yes. In many ways."
Now she was suddenly sorry that she had not opened her heart entirely to Monsieur Lafrane. She wished she had told him about Tom Cameron, and the fears she felt for him, and what was said about him by his comrades. He might at least have been able to advise her. She came to the chateau, therefore, in a most uncertain frame of mind. She was really in no mood for a social call.
M. Lafrane ran in, and, through the open gateway, she saw that he entered Hut H. He had gone to take a look at the occupant of Cot 24 the German officer. He was occupied within some time and when he appeared at the door of the hut Dr. Monteith was with him. The two stood talking for a while before the secret agent returned to the gate. He got into the car again with just a word to his chauffeur.
He bowed very differently just as an ordinary humble French peasant might bow." "Could it not be that he forgot the second time you saw him?" queried M. Lafrane. "I doubt it. There is something quite distinct in the air of the two men. But I understand that whichever comes to the hospital with the basket of sweets always has a word with the German officer in Hut H, Cot Twenty-four.
A hollow tooth, which would be overlooked even if the enemy shot and examined the animal. Ruth wanted to ask a hundred questions; but she did not open her lips It might be that the countess supposed she was already aware of the use made of Bubu, and how he was used. The American girl had been brought to the chateau by Monsieur Lafrane, the agent of the French secret service bureau.
Had he saluted the uniform, or was Major Marchand a very important personage? Her brain was in a whirl of doubt. Monsieur Lafrane had stepped out of the automobile, although the wagon had now been backed so that the car could have easily passed. Its engine was still throbbing. Ruth Fielding was giving her full attention to the little scene at the hencoop.
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