“Oh, I’ll get you something to, eat. What would you like?”
“Nothing,” said Baltazar. “Nothing. A bit of a rest and I must go back to Quong Ho. He’s the only creature I care about in the world. He was just alive when I left him.”
She said in a helpless sort of way: “I hope you’re not seriously hurt?”
He opened his eyes. “No, no. My head’s pretty thick. But I’m not as young as I was. By the way, you were talking of a Zeppelin. That’s a German airship, isn’t it?”
“Why—of course——”
He raised himself on his elbow, and his eyes flashed beneath his knit brows.
“Why should German airships be dropping bombs on the moor?”
Mrs. Pillivant regarded him uncomprehendingly.
“I’ve told you. They had to get rid of their bombs before they landed.”
“But what were they carrying bombs for?”