nt out to examine his car; he was very particular about it.

"Nobody's been meddling," he thought; "it's just as I brought it in.
It was a deuce of a run, exciting while it lasted. I don't think
anybody spotted me."

When Jane reached the foot of the stairs she heard people talking in
the private bar. There were three or four of them, she concluded, but
the door was almost closed and she could not see inside. One voice she
recognized as the landlord's.

The mention of her husband's name caused her to stand still and listen.
The men were discussing the raid, from which she gathered that it was
supposed the Zeppelins were guided by a motor car with a powerful
light. Strong remarks were passed and hopes expressed that the
scoundrel would be caught. It was surmised he was in the pay of the
Huns--a spy--and he deserved shooting.

"He's a mysterious fellow," said the landlord, alluding to Carl Meason.
"He was out in his motor half the night, came home between two and
three. I'd like to know where he went; if I had something definite to
go on I'd give warning to the police."

"You'd better do that in any case," said one of the men. "You'll be on
the safe side then."

"That's all right," said the landlord, "but I might get into trouble if
there's nothing wrong with him."

"Risk it, Frank; it's worth it. There's no end of these spies about,
and the sooner they're stopped the better."

"I'll think it over--if he's a spy I'm sorry for his wife. She's a
pretty quiet little woman, far too good for him."

Jane heard this conversation; she saw the door move and stepped into
the hall. It was the landlord looked out and wished her good-day.

"I have been packing," she said, with a faint attempt at a smile.

"You are leaving?" he asked.

"I believe so. My husband talks about going this afternoon," she
replied.

"He has not said anything to me at present. He's outside looking over
his motor; he had a breakdown yesterday--lucky he could put it right.
He was a long way from a town--Norwich would probably be the nearest,"
said Frank Spatts, the landlord.

Jane looked at him inquiringly. Carl told her he had the car repaired
at ----. This was another tale.

"Yes, I believe he had a breakdown," she said hesitatingly.

"You've heard of the Zeppelin raid last night? Some damage was done on
the Coast, a cowardly thing killing innocent people, women and
children."

"Oh, I am sorry!" exclaimed Jane. "It is terr