"At once, sir. He is ready to dictate."
"Have you seen anything of British troops, Captain von Boehlen?"
"I have sir. I saw them marching northward this afternoon."
"In what direction?"
"Toward Mons."
"What seemed to be their purpose?"
"To effect a junction with the main French army."
Wharton improvised rapidly. His whole soul was still alight. It had seldom been granted to one man, especially one so young as he to have two such opportunities, that of the papers, and that of the wireless, and he felt himself ready and equal to his task.
"Were they in large force?" came the question out of the dark.
"Larger than any of us expected."