“Louise was very bright. She had been a teacher. She could speak French, German and Belgian.
“A great soldier asked her to be a spy. This frightened her nearly out of her wits. But she said ‘all right. I will do it.’
“One dark night a great giant of a man named Alphonse, who had been a smuggler and was a friend of her country, took her hand and said: ‘We will go.’”
“Wh—where did they go?” Tillie was growing excited.
“They went to the border.” Alice smiled. “At the border there was a very high barbed wire fence. You couldn’t go over it. If you tried to go under it you might touch an electric wire that would sound an alarm. Then you would be shot. If you tripped on something it might set off a mine, and you’d be blown to bits.”
“And wa—was—” Tillie got no further. Her sister’s fingers were on her lips.
“We do have a spy”
“Alphonse knew all about these things,” Alice went on. “He made a hole under the fence. The earth was very loose. He had gone under before. They got across safely. Then they were in the land where German soldiers were. And, just when they were breathing easy, a blinding white light swept along the barbed wire fence. It was searching for them.”
“And—did—”