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Their words were acid-tipped needles knitting back and forth through Marta's brain. Was Lanny one of those black specks that peppered the slope? Was he? Was he? "Telephone and and see if Lanny is is killed!" she begged. She knew not how she uttered that monstrous word killed. But utter it she did in its naked terror.
"Isn't that coming around to my view, Marta?" he asked. "Aren't we refusing to leave the nation's house because a burglar is trying to enter?" "Lanny, you, with all your intellect when you know the oath as well as I you pettifog like that! The oath says to appeal to justice and reason even after the first blow is struck. Why doesn't our premier appeal to the people of the Grays?"
In her ears were the haunting calmness and contained force of Lanstron's voice over the telephone. She was pleased to think that she had not lost her temper in her talk with the staff-officer. No, she had not flared once in indignation. It was as if she had absorbed some of Lanny's own self-control. Lanny would approve of her in that scene with an officer of the Grays.
When he recognized the intruders he turned limp, his head dropped, hiding his face with his hat brim, and he steadied himself by resting a hand on the table edge. "Oh, it's you, Lanny Colonel Lanstron!" he exclaimed thickly. "I saw that some one had come in here and naturally I was alarmed, as nobody but myself ever enters. And Miss Galland!"
I shall tell Lanny why you took charge of the gun and how you handled it, and I know he will want you to keep it." "And the uniform the uniform again! Yes, the uniform if only a gunner private's uniform!" he exclaimed in short, pulsating breaths of ecstasy. "Yes, count on that, too! And good-by!" "Good-by! I " But she had already turned away. "I've changed my mind! Exit gardener! Enter gunner!
It was Marta's voice and yet not Marta's, this voice that beat in nervous waves over the wire. "Lanny yes, I, Lanny! You were right. Westerling planned to make war deliberately to satisfy his ambition. He told me so. The first general attack on the first line of defence is to-night. Westerling says so!" She had to pause for breath.
The work of removal must be done at my end of the line. You're quite helpless to enforce your wishes. And, Lanny, if I ring the bell you'll answer, won't you?" "I couldn't help it!" he replied. "Until then! You've been fine about everything to-day!" "Until then!"
He beat a tattoo on the casing; no answer. "Gustave!" he called; no answer. Now he entered and touched Feller's shoulder. "Hello, Lanny!" exclaimed Feller, rising and setting a chair and breaking into a stream of talk. "That's the way they all have to do when they want to attract my attention. I heard your voice and Miss Galland's having an argument in the garden, I should say.
And, Lanny, are you a person of such distinction in the business of killing that you also will be out of danger?" She had forgotten about the telephone; she had forgotten the picture of dare-devil nerve he made when he rose from the wreck of his plane.
The constriction was gone from her throat; there was a drum-beat in her soul. "Depend on me, Lanny!" It was Feller's favorite phrase spoken by the one who was to take his place. "Yes, I'm ready to make any sacrifice now. For what am I? What is one woman compared to such a purpose? I don't care what is said of me or what becomes of me if we can win! Good-by, Lanny, till I call you up again!
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