“I came to see you because I knew you’d be lonely—I had a brother in a German prison—and for another reason too. But first,” she reached down for her cape and gathered up the meager supplies it held, “do you get enough to eat?”
“I should say not. But quite as much as I expected. How about yourself?”
“Oh, I’m all right. I’m in the hospital and there is always enough there. Look here, I’ve brought you a few things. I know raw eggs are horrid, but they’re nourishing. It’s all I could manage to-night. Do you want them?”
“Do I want them!” The rest of the prisoner’s answer was to reach through the bars and take the scanty provisions carefully from Lucy’s hands. “You plucky little kid! I’m as hungry as a wolf. Don’t tell me you came here all alone to-night?”
“Oh, no. A—a friend from the hospital came with me. But, Captain Beattie, please listen now while I tell you something.” She paused for a second and a sudden thought prompted her to preface her words by asking, “Are you quite sure I’m all right and that you trust me? You can put out your hand and feel my hair and face if you like, so you’ll see I’m really who I said.”
“I believe you!” said the Englishman, and his voice sounded as though he were smiling. “What’s your name? You haven’t told me.”
“Lucy Gordon. My brother is Lieutenant Robert Gordon of the American Aviation Corps.”
“No! Is he? I’ve seen him fly.” From inside the barred window Lucy heard a deep sigh as though the young prisoner had suddenly realized again his hopeless captivity.
She went on quickly. “He came here to see me to-night.”
“What? Here?”