CHAPTER XI
THE SIGNALMAN'S STORY
I sat, staggered by that damning evidence placed before me!
Proof indisputable lay there that Roseye—my own dear well-beloved, she whose ready lips met mine so often in those fierce, trustful caresses—the intrepid girl who had been as 'a pal' to Teddy and myself in our secret experiments, and who knew all the innermost secrets of our invention and our power to fight Zeppelins—was a traitor to her country!
It was incredible!
Was it by her connivance that the steel bolt in my machine had been withdrawn, and one of wood substituted?
In this terrible war men laughed, and women wept. The men went out to the front in Flanders with all the fine patriotic sentiment of Britons, singing gaily the various patriotic songs of war. But alas! how many went to their death, and the women wept in silence in the back streets of our dear old London, and of every town in the work-a-day kingdom.
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