"Have you any idea whom I'm to take? Or where?"

"I don't know where, but the man is a Russian colonel."

She drew her head back through the window, and the gay tumble of the
street gave way to the impersonal, heavy room. Cramming her oil-stained
overall into her haversack, she put on her leather coat and went up to
the garage.

The sun had disappeared. A cold wind struck the silk-clad ankles.




CHAPTER IV


VERDUN

"Come in," she said in English, lifting her head and all her mind and
spirit out of the pit of the pillow.

Feet came further into the room and a shivering child held a candle in
her face. "Halb sechs, Fraeulein," it said. But the Fraeulein continued
to stare at him. He thought she was not yet awake--he could not tell that
she was counting countries in her head to find which one she was in--or
that she was inclining towards the theory that she was at school in
Germany. He was very cold in his shirt and little trousers, and he
pulled at her sheets. "Fraeulein!" he said again with chattering teeth,