discovery is quite simple, after all. I have found out the means by which to create and to direct a flash of intense electrical current, a kind of false lightning. And that current, sparking over the interstices between the aluminium lattice-work and envelope of a Zeppelin, must certainly ignite the inflammable gas with which the ballonets are filled and which is so constantly escaping.'
'Yes, I know,' was her answer, as she allowed me to place my arm tenderly about her slim waist.
Then she seemed unduly thoughtful and apprehensive.
'Well?' I asked. 'Why are you worrying, darling? I am striving to do my very best for my country. I am going to fight—or attempt to fight—just as valiantly as though I were dressed in khaki, and wore the winged badge of the pilot of the Royal Flying Corps. Indeed, my chance is better. I have no Flight-Commander to look to for orders. I am simply a handy man of the air who has, I trust, thought out a feasible plan.'
'Your plan is most excellent, Claude,' she admitted. 'But what I fear is the great personal risk and peril to yourself.'
'There's none,' I laughed. 'You, my dear, have no fear when you are flying—even at high altitudes. Neither have I. Both of us are used to being up, and our machines are part of ourselves. I never think of danger; neither do you, Roseye. So don't let us discuss it further,' I urged.
Then, in order to turn our conversation into a different channel, while I still held her hand as she
