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There glimmered the French wires merely a wide mesh and an ordinary barbed barrier overhead; but the fence was deeply ditched on the Swiss side. A man could climb over it; and Recklow started to do so; and came face to face in the moonlight with the French patrol. The recognition was mutual and noiseless: "You passed my two people over?" whispered Recklow. "An hour ago, mon Capitaine."
Up this he stumbled under the forest patches of alternate moonlight and shadow until he came to a hard path crossing it on a masonry viaduct. "Harry!" he called in a husky, quavering voice, choking for breath. "Cripes, Harry where in hell are you?" "Here, you blighter! What's the bully row? Where's Helsa " "With Recklow!" "What!!" "Double-crossed us!" he whispered; "I seen her!
He looked at the girl: "As concerning Miss Erith, I know only that she is in the same Government service as yourself and that I am to afford her any aid she requests." McKay said, slowly: "My orders are to trust you implicitly. On one subject only am I to remain silent I am not to confide to anybody the particular object which brings us here." Recklow nodded: "I understood as much.
Her breast still rose and fell unevenly; she turned her pretty, insolent eyes on him: "After all, what business is it of yours? Who are you, anyway? If you are French you can do nothing. If you are Swiss take me to the nearest poste." "Who were those two men?" repeated Recklow. "Ask them." "No; I think I'll take you back to France." The girl became silent at that but her attitude defied him.
"The truth." "I told it." "You did not. You are German." "Believe what you like, but I am on neutral territory. Let me go." "You ARE German! For God's sake admit it or we'll be too late!" "What?" "Admit it, I say. Do you want those two Americans to get away?" "What Americans?" stammered the girl. "I d-don't know what you mean " Recklow laughed under his breath, unlocked the handcuffs.
Where the Swiss wire bars the frontier no sentinels paced that noon. This was odd. Stranger still, a gap had been cut in the wire. And into this gap strode Recklow, and behind him trotted the nimble blue-devils, single file; and they and their leader took the ascending path which leads to the Calvary on Mount Terrible.
"Not unless you have something further to offer me in the way of credentials," said the ruddy, white-haired Mr. Recklow, smiling his terrifying smile. "I might mention a number," began McKay in a voice still lower, "if you are interested in the science of numbers!" "Really. And what number do you think might interest me?" "Seventy-six for example."
A nurse carrying her luggage got out, and Recklow met her. After another whispered consultation he picked up the nurse's luggage, led her into the house, and showed her all over it. "I don't know," he said, "whether they are too badly done in to travel as far as Belfort. There'll be a Yankee regimental doctor here to-day or to-morrow. He'll know. So let 'em sleep.
If it's you, call out your number, because I've got you over my sights and I shoot straight!" "Seventy-six and Seventy-seven!" came McKay's cautious voice. "Good heavens, Recklow, why have you come up here?" "Don't touch the wire again," Recklow warned him. "Drop flat both of you, and crawl under! Crawl toward my voice!"
And then, Recklow, GOD'S HAND MOVED! very slightly indolently scarcely stirring at all.... A drop of icy water percolated the limestone on Mount Terrible; other drops followed; linked by these drops a thin stream crept downward in the earth along the limestone fissures, washing away glacial sands that had lodged there since time began."... He leaned forward and his brilliant, sunken eyes peered into Recklow's: "Since 1914," he said, "the Staubbach has fallen into the bowels of the earth and the Hun has been fighting it miles under the earth's surface.
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