CHAPTER XL

When Lieutenant-Colonel Klemm had first returned to consciousness after the bomb from the airship felled him he had found himself a howling wilderness of pains and confusions. It was a fearful shock to learn that one of his arms was gone and that he would join the ranks of the empty-sleeves, with his cuff pinned to his breast. The ghost of that arm would not leave him. It was like the spirit of a mother’s dead baby whose head still makes her bosom ache. His bewildered brain kept sending messages to that departed ha…