CHAPTER XXVIII

Lieutenant-Colonel Klemm, whose name she did not know but whose face was a signal of all alarm, came forward and drew a chair close to hers. She was too chilled with the winter and with her fear of him to speak. He spoke in treacly English. “And now, Miss Parcot, I guess ve goingk to resume our little talkingk. You did say at Esschen dat you have not been in Belchum since you are a child. But dat is for the young mans you are vit, I guess—not? Surely now you rememper me, since long before Esschen, yes?” Dimny shook…