"I understood we were better friends than ever with Germany," she replied.
"Some folks will tell you that, but don't you believe them, Miss
Berkeley. They're a nasty spying lot, I'd trust none of 'em," said
Abel.
"I hope you are wrong, war is a terrible thing," she said.
"So it is in a way, but we've been asleep too long, it won't do us any harm to be roused up," said Abel. "There's a man staying at my place I have my doubts about," he said mysteriously.
"What sort of doubts?" she asked.
"He goes by the name of Carl Meason, but he's a German, I'm sure of it, and he's a spy," said Abel.
She looked surprised as she said:
"What would a German spy find to do in Little Trent?"
"That's more than I can tell; probably he's spying out the land."
She laughed.