“What is it?” asked Michelle, taking it from her.
Lucy, hardly thinking what she did, reached for the pockets of the hunting-jacket hanging alongside. She felt swiftly in them and drew out a gold clasp-knife, a seal ring and a letter addressed to Franz Kraft, Badheim post-office, and postmarked Coblenz.
Lucy Read the Few Lines of German
With a sensation of prying she slipped back the clasp-knife and the ring, and was about to return the letter when the handwriting caught her eyes and left her breathless, holding the letter in her hand. It was Elizabeth’s writing. Michelle had carried the folded paper from the uniform pocket over to Bob and Larry. Lucy snatched open Elizabeth’s letter and read the few lines of German:
Franz Kraft:
I have your message and will be without fail on the Embankment at nightfall next Wednesday. From there you will take me to the place we know, five miles south, on the opposite shore. May we meet with success!
The crossing is what I dread, for French torpedo boats patrol the river. Not that I have anything to fear, except that they should follow us.
I will never forget your services.
Elizabeth Muller.