The Bomb-Makers: Being Some Curious Records Concerning the Craft and Cunning of Theodore Drost, an Enemy Alien in London, Together with Certain Revelations Regarding His Daughter EllaLe Queux, William
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The Bomb-Makers: Being Some Curious Records Concerning the Craft and Cunning of Theodore Drost, an Enemy Alien in London, Together with Certain Revelations Regarding His Daughter Ella
Le Queux, William
Germans -- England -- Fiction; Mystery fiction; Short stories; Spy stories; World War, 1914-1918 -- England -- London -- Fiction
A bomb from a Zeppelin could not cause greater injury to life and
property than that ingeniously contrived machine, the delicately
constructed fuse of which, fashioned on the lathe by her father's own
hands, could be arranged to detonate at any given time.
A second's pause, and then the girl, beneath her breath, took a deep
oath of vengeance against the ruler of that hated land wherein she had
been born.
"Thank Heaven that I am English!" she whispered to herself. "And I will
live--and die, if necessary--as an English girl should."
With those words upon her lips she crept away from the laboratory, down
the stairs to her room, and, swiftly putting on her fur coat, she went
into the basement, from which she let herself out noiselessly, and then
hurried through the night, in the direction of Hammersmith Bridge.
On gaining the bridge, she saw the red rear-light of a motor-car, and
knew that it was Kennedy's. He had drawn up against the kerb, and had
been consuming cigarettes waiting in impatience for a long time.
"Well, darling?" he asked, as they met. "I got your message from the
theatre to-night. What is in progress?"
"Something desperate," was her quick reply. "Let's get into the car and
I'll explain."
Both entered the comfortable little coupe, and then Ella explained in
detail to her flying-man lover all that she had discovered.
The keen-faced, clean-shaven young officer in uniform who, before he had
gone in for aviation duties, had graduated at Osborne, and afterwards
been at sea and risen from "snotty" to lieutenant, sat beside her,
listening intently.
"Just as we thought, darling," he remarked. "For me, loving you so
dearly, it is a terrible thing to know that your father is such a deadly
and ingenious enemy of ours as he is. Truly the German plotters are in
our midst in every walk of life, from high society down to the scum of
the East End. The brutes are out to win the war by any underhand,
subtle, and brutal means in their power. But we have discovered one
line of their enemy intentions and, with your aid, dearest, we will
follow it up and, without exposing your father and bringing disgrace
upon you, we'll set out to combat them every time."
"Agreed, dear," declared the girl with patriotic enthusiasm. "I have
told you all along of my suspicions. To-night they are verified.
Father, and that devilish scoundrel, Nystrom, mean mischief--for payment
too--one thousand pounds each!"
"The infernal brutes!" exclaimed the man at her side. "At least it is
to you, dear, that this discovery is due. I had no idea what you were
after when you sent me that wire to-night."
"I suspected, and my suspicions have proved correct," said the girl.
"Shall we wait here and follow them? They must cross the river if they
intend to go into London to-night--as no doubt they do."
"Yes. They believe you to be soundly asleep, I suppose?"
"I locked my door, and have the key in my pocket," replied his
well-beloved with a light laugh.
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