Part 34 (1/2)

He kissed her, talked soothingly, and she was pacified. When alone she wondered what he was about. She thought the proprietor of the hotel and others regarded him with suspicion; it made her uneasy; she began to consider what Abel Head and others had said about him at Little Trent.

Already Zeppelin raids had been made on the coast, also S.E. counties, but Jane paid little heed to them. She looked at the pictures but they gave little information.

Carl came back very late, or rather early in the morning; she had gone to bed in a depressed state. What kept him out until this hour? It was three o'clock when he came into the room. She sat up in bed, the light was burning, and looked at him half frightened.

”I thought you were never coming,” she said. ”Where have you been?”

He locked the door, then sank into a chair exhausted.

”I'm tired out,” he said.

”Where have you been?” she asked again.

”I went to ----; the car broke down; I had to have it repaired. It's all right now; I'll take you out to-morrow, Jane,” he said.

This pacified her, but as she looked at him she fancied she detected signs of fear in his face; there was a furtive, hunted look about him.

There was startling news in the papers next morning. A Zeppelin raid on the Norfolk coast was reported. Several people were killed and injured.

There was much excitement in the hotel; nothing else was talked about, and Carl Meason was regarded with curiosity. It was known he had been out in his motor until the early hours of the morning--perhaps he had seen the Zeppelins.

Questions were put to him. He replied that he saw nothing of them; his car broke down and it was a long time before he got it repaired. He was miles away in a lonely part of the country when it happened; fortunately he knew all about cars and the works; it was a great advantage to put your car right when it went wrong. He spoke freely, courting questions, made comments on the raid. He had recovered his self-possession during the few hours' rest and was willing to meet all comers.

Jane was packing in her room when he went downstairs; he told her they would leave in the afternoon. After all it was a dull place for her and another part of the country would suit her best, or would she prefer to go to London for a few days?

She said she would love to see London, she had never been there; it must be a grand place.

He promised to consider it over and left her in the room.

Carl went out to examine his car; he was very particular about it.

”n.o.body's been meddling,” he thought; ”it's just as I brought it in.

It was a deuce of a run, exciting while it lasted. I don't think anybody spotted me.”

When Jane reached the foot of the stairs she heard people talking in the private bar. There were three or four of them, she concluded, but the door was almost closed and she could not see inside. One voice she recognized as the landlord's.

The mention of her husband's name caused her to stand still and listen.

The men were discussing the raid, from which she gathered that it was supposed the Zeppelins were guided by a motor car with a powerful light. Strong remarks were pa.s.sed and hopes expressed that the scoundrel would be caught. It was surmised he was in the pay of the Huns--a spy--and he deserved shooting.

”He's a mysterious fellow,” said the landlord, alluding to Carl Meason.

”He was out in his motor half the night, came home between two and three. I'd like to know where he went; if I had something definite to go on I'd give warning to the police.”

”You'd better do that in any case,” said one of the men. ”You'll be on the safe side then.”

”That's all right,” said the landlord, ”but I might get into trouble if there's nothing wrong with him.”

”Risk it, Frank; it's worth it. There's no end of these spies about, and the sooner they're stopped the better.”

”I'll think it over--if he's a spy I'm sorry for his wife. She's a pretty quiet little woman, far too good for him.”