The Red Signal (Grace Livingston Hill Book) by Hill Grace Livingston

Author:Hill, Grace Livingston [Hill, Grace Livingston]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2013-08-07T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 13

WHEN Hilda had finished telling her story the men plied her with questions. Did she see a wireless anywhere about? What did the inside of that barn look like? What sort of wires had she spoken of as being stretched on the barn walls and how were they arranged? Just how did the man look who came in an aeroplane and how many times did he come?

When she described him the men nodded to one another.

“I guess it's the same chap. He must be in charge of the whole ring in this part of the country.”

In the midst of it all the orderly entered with a great silver tray on which were all manner of good things to eat, beginning with soup and fried chicken and ending with ice cream and coffee. The tray was arranged on a little table and. the men had the courtesy to withdraw to the other end of the room and consult while Hilda ate her supper.

Such a good supper! Delicacies that she had seldom seen, and plenty of everything. Even the war bread was delicious, and from her long fasting tasted doubly so. Right in the middle of it, before she had even tasted the ice-cream, she remembered the suitcase and, jumping up, she ran over with it to the chief.

“I forgot all about this!” she said eagerly, “and it's perhaps the most important thing of all.” She set the suitcase down in their midst and told the story of how she stole it and got away on the train with it.

“Well, you certainly are some nervy little girl,” said one of the officers, as he watched her sensitive face light up with her story. “Now, what do you expect to find in that suitcase?”

The chief reached over to take it.

“If it contains all the evidence the night visitor suggested it will be the biggest find we've had in this war, Miss Lessing,” he said with his courteous smile.

So Hilda stood by, forgetful of her melting cream, while they broke the lock and examined the contents carefully.

There was little inside that told her anything. Papers with writing and drawings, of whose importance she could only judge by the look on the faces of the officers and their low exclamations as they passed the papers from one to the other.

She slipped back to her dinner after a little and watched them from afar as they read, examined and commented in low tones. She saw that they were disappointed about something. Had they not after all found what they wanted? Suddenly she remembered. The lining! Some of the important papers were sewed up in the lining!

She slipped over to the men again.

“Won't you please look inside the lining?” she said timidly. “That man said some of the most important things were there. He said the suitcase was especially made for the purpose, and that it must be delivered to the captain of the submarine by next Wednesday night. Those were his words.”

The chief picked up the empty suitcase again and they all clustered about him and began to examine it.

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