At this point in the conversation Frank looked at his watch.
“Seven o’clock,” he said, “and I am getting hungry. Suppose we stop in the restaurant for supper. Lord Hastings will not expect us back very early.”
“Suits me,” said Jack.
Frank led the way and a few minutes later the two lads were seated in a cozy corner of the restaurant, gazing upon the crowd that thronged the place.
“This,” said Frank, “reminds me of a night in Heligoland.”
“So it does,” said Jack, and added slyly: “Except that there is a certain fair singer missing.”
“I had noticed that difference,” said Frank. “I wonder what happened to her? I hope she did not get into trouble.”
“I think she is smart enough to look out for herself,” said Jack. “Some of these days, when the war is over, we may possibly encounter her some place.”
“I wish we would. We owe her a whole lot.”
“So we do,” agreed Jack. “Now if she——”