“Not a little bit. I’ll get hold of Rose before I go to bed, and tell her to call us. Rose is the only one in the house I can really depend on. She hates Aunt Juliet like poison ever since that time she had the bad tooth. We can pick up some biscuits and things at Brannigan’s as we pass. There’s a good chunk of cold salmon somewhere, for we only ate quite a small bit at dinner tonight. I’ll nail it if I can keep awake till the cook’s in bed, but I don’t know can I. This kind of excitement makes me frightfully sleepy. I suppose it’s what’s called reaction. Sylvia Courtney had it terribly after the English literature prize exam. It was headaches with her and general snappishness of temper. Sleepiness is worse in some ways, though not so bad for the other people. However, I’ll do the best I can, and if we don’t get the cold salmon we’ll just have to do without.” She rose from her cushion, stretched herself and yawned unrestrainedly. Then she rubbed both eyes with her knuckles. “Priscilla,” said Frank, “before you go I wish you’d tell me----” “Yes. What?” “Do you really believe those two people we saw today are German spies?” “Do you mean, really and truly in the inmost bottom of my heart?” “Yes.” “Well, I don’t, of course. It would be too good to be true if they were. But I mean to go on pretending. Don’t you?” “Oh, yes, I’ll pretend. I only wanted to know what you thought.” “All the same,” said Priscilla, “they did rather scoot when they saw we were after them. Nobody can deny that. That may be because they’re pretending, too. I daresay they find it pretty dull being stuck on an island all day, though, of course, it must be rather jolly cooking your own food and washing up plates in the sea. Still they may be tired of that now, and glad enough to pretend to be German spies with us pursuing them. It must be just as good sport for them trying to escape as it is for us trying to catch them. I daresay it’s even better, being stalked unwaveringly by a subtle foe ought to give them a delicious creepy feeling down the back. Anyhow we’ll track them down. We’re much better out of this house tomorrow. It’ll be like the tents of Kedar. You and I might be labouring for peace, but everybody else will be making ready for battle. Aunt Juliet will be out for blood the moment she catches sight of the Prime Minister. Good night, Cousin Frank.” CHAPTER XI Rose, the under housemaid, with the recollection of the scientifically Christian method of treating her toothache fresh in her mind and therefore stimulated by a strong desire to annoy Miss Lentaigne, woke at five a.m. At half past five she called Priscilla and knocked at Frank’s door. Priscilla was fully dressed ten minutes later. Frank appeared in the yard at five minutes to six. They started as the stable clock struck six, Priscilla wheeling the bath-chair. Rose yawning widely, watched them from the scullery window.