"Any bombs in it?" Helen asked.

"Not a sign of one. Just a hard seat, two sets of field-glasses and
a telephone. It seems to have got caught in some trees and been
dragged off."

"How exciting!" the girl murmured. "I suppose there wasn't any one
in it?"

Griffiths shook his head.

"I believe," he explained, "that these observation cars, although
they are attached to most of the Zeppelins, are seldom used in night
raids."

"I should like to have seen it, all the same," Helen confessed.

"You would have been disappointed," her informant assured her.
"By-the-by," he added, a little awkwardly, "are you not expecting
Lady Cranston back this evening?"

"I am expecting her every moment. The car has gone down to the
station to meet her."

Captain Griffiths appeared to receive the news with a certain
undemonstrative satisfaction. He leaned back in his chair with
the air of one who is content to wait.

"Have you heard, Miss Fairclough," his younger companion enquired,
a little diffidently, "whether Lady Cranston had any luck in town?"