but when I saw who they were, I ran through them to warn you.
They fired and--"

"How many--and where?"

"A half-company at Stiffkey and a half-mile farther on a
regiment. We didn't know then they were Germans, not until
they stopped us. You'd better telephone the garrison, and--"

"Thank you!" snapped the elderly gentleman. "I happen to be
in command of this district. What are your names?"

Ford pushed the car forward, parting the crowd.

"I've no time for that!" he called. "We've got to warn every
coast town in Norfolk. You take my tip and get London on the
long distance!"

As they ran through the night Ford spoke over his shoulder.

"We've got them guessing," he said. "Now, what we want is a
live wire, some one with imagination, some one with authority
who will wake the countryside."

"Looks ahead there," said Birrell, "as though it hadn't gone
to bed."

Before them, as on a Mafeking night, every window in Cley
shone with lights. In the main street were fishermen,
shopkeepers, "trippers" in flannels, summer residents. The