Part 3 (1/2)
”Well, what have you to say?” proceeded the major.
”We lost our way and scrambled on to the bank to see where we were. We happened to catch sight of one of the guns, with disappearing mountings, and we were curious to see what happened,” replied Kenneth.
”Your curiosity might lead you into trouble,” said the Belgian officer gravely. ”How am I to know that you are not German spies?”
Kenneth bridled indignantly.
”We give you our word that we are not.”
”Your word will hardly do, monsieur, at a time like this. Can you produce proofs? Have you anyone in the district who can identify you?”
The lads produced their permits.
”This will hardly do,” continued the major as he scanned Kenneth's doc.u.ment. ”These are only too easy to obtain. Ha! Your name is Barrington?” he asked, turning to the owner of that patronymic.
”Yes, sir,” replied Rollo. ”My father is a retired colonel in the British army.”
”His Christian name?”
Rollo told him.
”Then I know your father; not intimately, perhaps, yet I am acquainted with him. I met him at your great manoeuvres at Aldershot, to which I was sent as attache in 1904. But, tell me, why are you both so anxious to go to Liege?”
”My sister is at a boarding-school near Vise,” replied Kenneth. ”I want to see her, as she is not returning home for the holidays.”
”She is at the inst.i.tution of Madame de la Barre?”
”Yes, sir; how did you know that?” asked Kenneth eagerly.
”I have the pleasure of Mademoiselle Everest's acquaintance,” replied the major with a deep bow. ”In fact, she is a great friend of my daughter, Yvonne. You are free to depart, messieurs, but perhaps you will do me a favour. Convey my compliments to Madame de la Barre, and say that it is advisable that she should remove her school from Vise as soon as possible. Should you find it inconvenient to take your sister to England, please inform her that she may find a temporary home with Yvonne at my house in the Rue de la Tribune in Brussels.”
”That we will gladly do, and let you know the result.”
Major Resimont smiled.
”My duty prevents me from being my own messenger,” he said. ”I was on the point of sending one of my men with a letter, but you will, according to your English proverb, kill two birds with one stone.
To-night, if you wish to see me, I hope to be at the Cafe Royal, in the Rue Breidel at Liege, from eight till eleven. Will you, before you depart, honour me by taking a gla.s.s of wine?”
”What do you think of the situation, sir?” asked Rollo.
Major Resimont shook his head.
”Serious,” he said solemnly. ”At any moment these pigs of Prussians may cross the frontier. Only one thing will hold them back: the fear of your English fleet. You are fortunate, you English, in having the sea around your country, yet I think you do not give sufficient thought towards the significance of the fact.”
”But Great Britain has not declared war on Germany.”
”No, not yet, but perhaps soon. Your country would do incalculable service to France and Belgium simply by holding the sea; yet in addition she has generously pledged herself to send almost the whole of her army to Belgium if the Germans attack us. Then the rest will be a question of time. We in Liege will do our utmost to keep the invaders at bay until your brave army arrives. Then, with the French, to say nothing of the Russians on the east, Germany will be a.s.sailed and conquered, and the vile spectre of Teutonic militarism will be for ever laid low.”
The Belgian major spoke with conviction. His earnestness in the hope of British aid was intense.