Kings, Queens and Pawns eBook

Mary Roberts Rinehart
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 352 pages of information about Kings, Queens and Pawns.

Kings, Queens and Pawns eBook

Mary Roberts Rinehart
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 352 pages of information about Kings, Queens and Pawns.

And doing it.

I was taken for a tour of the house—­up a broken staircase that hung suspended, apparently from nothing, to what had been the upper story.

It was quite open to the sky and the rain was coming in.  On the side toward the German line there was no wall.  There were no partitions, no windows, only a few broken sticks of what had been furniture.  And in one corner, partly filled with rain water, a child’s cradle that had miraculously escaped destruction.

Downstairs to the left of the corridor was equal destruction.  There was one room here that, except for a great shell-hole and for a ceiling that was sagging and almost ready to fall, was intact.  Here on a stand were surgical supplies, and there was a cot in the corner.  A soldier had just left the cot.  He had come up late in the afternoon with a nosebleed, and had now recovered.

“It has been a light day,” said my guide.  “Sometimes we hardly know which way to turn—­when there is much going on, you know.  Probably to-night we shall be extremely busy.”

We went back into the living room and I consulted my watch.  It was half past ten o’clock.  At eleven the bombardment was to begin!

The conversation in the room had turned to spies.  Always, everywhere, I found this talk of spies.  It appeared that at night a handful of the former inhabitants of the town crept back from the fields to sleep in the cellars of what had been their homes, and some of them were under suspicion.

“Every morning,” said Miss C——­, “before the German bombardment begins, three small shells are sent over in quick succession.  Then there is about fifteen minutes’ wait before the real shelling.  I am convinced that it is a signal to some one to get out.”

The officers pooh-poohed the idea.  But Miss C——­ stuck to her point.

“They are getting information somehow,” she said.  “You may laugh if you like.  I am sure I am right.”

Later on an officer explained to me something about the secret service of the war.

“It is a war of spies,” he said.  “That is one reason for the deadlock.  Every movement is reported to the other side and checkmated almost before it begins.  In the eastern field of war the system is still inadequate; that accounts for the great movements that have taken place there.”

Perhaps he is right.  It sounds reasonable.  I do not know with what authority he spoke.  But certainly everywhere I found this talk of spies.  One of the officers that night told of a recent experience of his.

“I was in a church tower at ——­,” he said.  “There were three of us.  We had been looking over toward the German lines.  Suddenly I looked down into the street below.  Some one with an electric flash was signalling across.  It was quite distinct.  All of us saw it.  There was an answer from the German trenches immediately.  While one of us kept watch on the tower the others rushed down into the street.  There was no one there.  But it is certain that that sort of thing goes on all the time.”

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