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"Oh," said the other; "in that case I shall mention the very interesting number, Seventy. And you, Miss Erith?" turning to the yellow-haired girl. "Have you any number to suggest that might interest me?" "Seventy-seven," she said composedly. Recklow nodded: "Do you happen to believe, either of you, that, at birth, the hours of our lives are already irrevocably numbered?"
Then Recklow spoke to the three airplanes circling like hawks in the sky overhead; and one by one the observers in each machine replied in English, their voices easily audible. "I want Zell watched from the air," said Recklow. "The Boche have an underground tunnel beginning near Zell, continuing under Mount Terrible to the French frontier.
The Fortress of Metz growled "Nein!" Recklow went back to his telephone. For a long while he remained there very busy with Belfort and Verdun.
Each in turn, reaching the top of the wire, set foot on the wooden post and leaped off into darkness each except the last, who remained poised, then twisted around as though caught by the top barbed strand. And Recklow saw the figure was a woman's, and that her short skirt had become entangled in the wire.
That was not very far away, and the "dust" from the Staubbach could be distinguished drifting out of the green ravine like a windy cloud of steam. "Allons," said Recklow briefly. They slept that night in their blankets so close to the Staubbach that its wet, silvery dust powdered them, at times, like snow.
I'm also sending three of my own people through the wire. They'll have their papers in order here are the duplicates I issued; they'll have their photographs on the originals." He fished out a batch of papers and laid them on Recklow's desk. "Who are these people?" demanded Recklow. "Mine, sir." "Oh." There fell a silence; but Recklow did not examine the papers; he merely pocketed them.
At sundown a plane appeared overhead and talked to Recklow: "One railroad train came out. But it was manned by dead men, I think, because it crashed into the rear masonry of the station and was smashed." "Nothing else, living or dead, came out?" "Nothing, sir. There is wild excitement at Zell. Troops at the tunnel's mouth wear gas-masks. We bombed them and raked them.
With his left hand, then, John Recklow took McKay's gaunt hand, and stood so, mute, looking at him and at the girl beside him. "God!" he said blankly.
"You can't trust a soul on this frontier either," returned Recklow with emphasis. "You cannot trust the Swiss on this border. Over ninety per cent. of them are German-Swiss, speak German exclusively along the Alsatian border. They are, I think, loyal Swiss, but their origin, propinquity, customs and all their affiliations incline them toward Germany rather than toward France.
And you can give them the once-over when they wake, and then get busy in the kitchen." The girl laughed and nodded. "Be good to them," added Recklow. "They'll get crosses and legions enough but they've got to be well to enjoy them. So keep them in bed until the doctor comes. There are bathrobes and things in my room." "I understand, sir." "Right," said Recklow briefly.
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