diers standing around, and a little company were hurrying down
from the gates. He switched off his light almost immediately.
"Is any one hurt?" he asked.
There was a dead silence. He felt his arms seized on either side.
"The captain's coming down the road," one of the men said. "Lay on to
him, Tim!"
CHAPTER XXII
Granet sauntered in to breakfast a few minutes late on the following
morning. A little volley of questions and exclamations reached him as he
stood by the sideboard.
"Heard about the Zeppelin raid?"
"They say there's a bomb on the ninth green!"
"Market Burnham Hall is burnt to the ground!"
Granet sighed as he crossed the room and took his seat at the table.
"If you fellows hadn't slept like oxen last night," he remarked, "you'd
have known a lot more about it. I saw the whole show."
"Nonsense!" Major Harrison exclaimed.
"Tell us all about it?" young Anselman begged.
"I heard the thing just as I was beginning to undress," Granet
explained. "I rushed downstairs and found Collins out in the garden. ...
Where the devil is Collins, by-the-bye?"
They glanced at his vacant place.
"Not down yet. Go on."
"Well, we could hear the vibration like anything, coming from over the
marsh there. I got the car out and we were no sooner on the road than I
could see it distinctly, right above us--a huge, cigar-shaped thing. We
raced along after it, along the road towards Market Burnham. Just before
it reached the Hall it seemed to turn inland and then come back again.
We pulled up to watch it and Collins jumped out. He said he'd go as far
as the Hall and warn them. I sat in the car, watching. She came right
round and seemed to hover over those queer sort of outbuildings there
are at Market Burnham. All at once the bombs began to drop."
"What are they like?" Geoffrey Anselman exclaimed.
Granet poured out his coffee carefully.
"I've seen 'em before--plenty of them, too," he remarked, "but they did
rain them down. Then all of a sudden there was a sort of glare--I don't
know what happened. It was just as though some one had lit one of those
coloured lights. The Hall was just as clearly visible as at noonday. I
could see the men running about, shouting, and the soldiers tumbling out
of their quarters. All the time the bombs were coming down like hail and
a corner of the Hall was in flames. Then the lighted stuff, whatever it
was, burnt out and the darkness seemed as black as pitch. I hung arou
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