But in one way its meaning is clear. Treachery is abroad and Treason has but just stocked up the stairs to its Chamber.
April 13th. It is now noon and snowing, although supposed to be spring. I am writing this Log in the tent, where we have built a fire. Mademoiselle is sitting in the Adams’s limousine, wrapped in rugs. She is very sulky.
There are but nine of us, as I telephoned the Quartermaster early this morning and summoned her to come over and discuss important business.
Her Unaform had come and so had mine. What a thrill I felt as she entered Headquarters (my chamber) in kakhi and saluted. She was about to sit down, but I reminded her that war knows no intimacies, and that I was her Captain. She therfore stood, and I handed her William’s code. She read it and said:
“What is it?”
“That is what the G. A. C. is to find out,” I said. “It is a cipher.”
“It looks like it,” said Jane in a flutering tone. “Oh, Bab, what are we to do?”
I then explained how I had discovered it and so on.
“Our first duty,” I went on, “is to watch William. He must be followed and his every movement recorded. I need not tell you that our mill is making shells, and that the fate of the Country may hang on you to-day.”