After the airman had read the letter twice, the staff captain leaned a trifle nearer.
"Do you think it can be done?" he demanded bluntly.
"Yes, sir."
"Very well. Here are your munitions, too."
He lifted from the tonneau a bomb-thrower's sack, heavy and full. The airman took it and saluted.
"It means the cross," said the staff captain dryly. And to the engineer chauffeur: "Let loose!"
CHAPTER XIX
HONOUR
For a moment the airman stood watching and listening. The whir of the receding car died away in the night.
Then, carrying his bundle and his bomber's sack, heavy with latent death, he went into the inn and through the café, where the sleeping innkeeper sat huddled, and felt his way cautiously to the little dining room.