Grace Harlowe clicked her heels together and snapped into a salute, then executing a right-about, marched from the cellar and back to her own headquarters under a ruined cottage.
CHAPTER VI
MESSING WITH A BRIGADIER
“THE car has gone?”
“Yes, Mrs. Gray. One of our men drivers took it out under orders this morning,” the sergeant informed her.
“Whose orders?”
“Captain Grant’s.”
“No provision then has been made for a car for me?” questioned Grace.
“Not that I am aware of. Sorry, but I can’t help it. It’s orders.”
“I understand, Sergeant. I think a hike will do myself and my friend good.”