“In a motor-car—funny story—tell you later—patience.” The voice sounded far away and faint. “Look to the girl, Kranz—not breathing properly—can’t speak—if—power—fails.”
Kranz went to the sleeping girl. Her head had fallen forward and she was breathing stertorously. He rearranged the cushions, posed her head so that she once more breathed deeply and evenly.
They waited in a tense silence. Then her lips moved again.
“Listen—now! Take it down as I read it!” Karl’s voice rang with an unholy triumph.
“Quick, Kranz!—Write!” commanded the old man.
His subordinate leaped to the table, settled himself pen in hand.
The girl’s lips trembled in the commencement of speech, opened.
“Schedule of Sailings of American Army to Europe!” began the triumphant voice.
There was a pause.