“You know what those letters mean?”
“Yes, I do!”
“They mean some kind of poison stuff that you have made for the army.”
“How do you know that?”
“He told me,” she turned to Captain Herrick who had listened in dumb bewilderment.
“How can you say such a thing?” Chris protested.
“Because it's true,” she flung the words at him defiantly.
The young officer went close to her and looked searchingly into her eyes.
“Think what you are saying,” he begged. “Remember what this means. Remember that—”