she carried a man's Homburg hat, which she waved aloft in triumph.

"Come in, Arthur," she shouted to a young subaltern who was
hovering in the background. "Look what I've got, Helen! A trophy!
Just look, Mr. Harrison and Captain Griffiths! I found it in a
bush, not twenty yards from where the observation car came down."

Helen turned the hat around in amused bewilderment.

"But, my dear child," she exclaimed, "this is nothing but an
ordinary hat! People who travel in Zeppelins don't wear things
like that. How do you do, Mr. Somerfield?" she added, smiling at
the young man who had followed Nora into the room.

"Don't they!" the latter retorted, with an air of superior
knowledge. "Just look here!"

She turned down the lining and showed it to them. "What do you
make of that?" she asked triumphantly.

Helen gazed at the gold-printed letters a little incredulously.

"Read it out," Nora insisted.

Helen obeyed:

"Schmidt,
Berlin,
Unter den Linden, 127."