“We’ve had the phone down at the house repaired,” Alice said.
“I—I’ll be back for a cup of coffee.” Dave was away on the run.
* * * * * * * *
At that moment the Commander at the airdrome had just dropped to a place beside the young Lord in the squadron mess room.
“Applegate,” he said soberly, “why did you do it?”
“I had to.” There was a stubborn look on the young Lord’s usually cheerful face.
“Why?” The Commander’s eyes were on him.
“It got on my nerves, those Jerries bombing women and children every night and nothing being done about it.” The young Lord did not look up.
“So you decided to commit suicide by doing something?” The Commander’s voice was low.
“Well, I’m here.” A smile played about Applegate’s lips.