"He isn't!" Helen cried, with sudden divination. "Is that your hat?"
she asked, pointing to the table where Nora had left her trophy.

"It is," he admitted with a smile, "but I do not think that I will
claim it."

"You were in the observation car of that Zeppelin!"

Lessingham extended his hand.

"Softly, please," he begged. "You have, I gather, arrived at the
truth, but for the moment shall it be our secret? I made an
exceedingly uncomfortable, not to say undignified descent from the
Zeppelin which passed over Dutchman's Common last night."

"Then," Philippa cried, "you are a German!"

"My dear lady, I have escaped that misfortune," Lessingham
confessed. "Do you think that none other than Germans ride in
Zeppelins?"



CHAPTER IV


A new tenseness seemed to have crept into the situation. The
conversation, never without its emotional tendencies, at once
changed its character. Philippa, cold and reserved, with a threat