A week later three young men sat at dinner on the terrace of
the Savoy.

"Shall we, or shall we not," asked Herbert, "tell my uncle
that we three, and we three alone, were the invaders?"

"That's hardly correct," said Ford, "as we now know there
were two hundred thousand invaders. We were the only three
who got ashore."

"I vote we don't tell him," said Birrell. "Let him think with
everybody else that the Germans blundered; that an advance
party landed too soon and gave the show away. If we talk," he
argued, "We'll get credit for a successful hoax. If we keep
quiet, everybody will continue to think we saved England. I'm
content to let it go at that."



Chapter 4. BLOOD WILL TELL

David Greene was an employee of the Burdett Automatic Punch
Company. The manufacturing plant of the company was at
Bridgeport, but in the New York offices there were working
samples of all the punches, from the little nickel-plated hand
punch with which conductors squeezed holes in railroad tickets,
to the big punch that could bite into an iron plate as easily as
into a piece of pie. David's duty was to explain these different
punches, and accordingly when Burdett Senior or one of the sons