CHAPTER XXXVII

Dimny, left alone with her shattered enemy in the ruined music-room, called again and again, but no heed was paid. Her thumb ached, and her arm was an agony of fatigue, but she held fast, for it came to her mind that if she let this poor villain die, his knowledge of her sister’s whereabouts would perish with him. And so she crouched above him, grimly determined that he should not escape her so. There the Germans found her when at last they ceased to fire at the vanishing airship and went to search the results of i…