“Special trains and all that sort o’ thing, I s’pose,” said Mr. Tipping, with interest.
“Dick,” said Miss Tipping, fiercely.
“Well,” said Dick, gruffly.
“Hold your tongue.”
“I’ve not had any real sleep since,” said Flower, pathetically, “what with the danger and thinking of you.”
“Why didn’t you write again?” enquired Miss Tipping.
“I asked you to write to a certain address in that letter I sent you,” said Flower, “and when I came back to England and found there was no letter, I concluded that you couldn’t forgive me.”
Miss Tipping looked at him reproachfully, but Mr. Tipping, raising his eyes, gasped for air.
“But who are these enemies?” asked Miss Tipping, tenderly drawing closer to Flower.
“A man in the Government service——” began the captain.