“As I have said before, I have no aspirations in that direction, at least not beyond the point that I can serve my country. Perhaps my woman’s curiosity in combination with my woman’s intuition is responsible for my being in it to the extent that I am. You will observe that I am not backward about paying my sex compliments. However, it will soon be ended and then we shall all return to our previous lives—if we can. How about you, sir, shall you continue in the Service?”
“I think not.”
Grace rose and, thanking the captain, said she must be on her way to the canteen at Number Two. On her way she encountered a Chinaman and told him if he should see Won Lue to send him to the canteen. Rather to her amazement Won was waiting for her when she arrived there.
Won shook hands with himself and smiled broadly.
“You may be able to help us here to-day, Won. Are you working?”
The Chinaman shook his head negatively. “You savvy plidgin?” he asked.
“No.”
“Me savvy plenty plidgin, a-la. Plidgin all fly away. No more plidgin.”
Grace understood his meaning. The pigeon-flying came to an end when the army reached the Rhine, for there the enemy agents could work more directly and without much danger of being caught. That was what they were doing at that very moment.
“Oh! I knew there was something I wished to ask you. Do you know a Chinaman with a red mark on his left cheek, so?” She ran a hand over her cheek.