That was Jack Awdas's story of his share in the raid. The evening papers announced: "Bombs were dropped in several districts, but no material damage was caused. A woman and two children were slightly injured. "One German aeroplane was brought down on the coast by a pilot of the Royal Flying Corps." The German account read: "A successful raid was carried out by our airmen over London last night. Good results were obtained, and large fires were seen to break out in various districts. "All our aeroplanes returned safely." CHAPTER XII SHRAPNEL AND THE CHARM "Never the time and the place and the loved one all together!" Browning. And what of the other people who had been at Mrs. Cartwright's party when that raid alarm came through? Olwen Howel-Jones and young Ellerton had imagined that by taking "the Metropolitan" from Baker Street Station they might arrive at Wembley Park before the raid started in earnest. This hope proved to be vain before their train reached Willesden Junction. Out went the lights as the train came to a dead stand between two stations. Up went the windows; above the iron bars that guarded them there craned the heads of passengers asking in every key what the matter was. They were answered by the distant growling of those first guns. "Bai Jove! Held up for the blessed raid," exclaimed the cheerful voice of young Ellerton, who was alone with Olwen in a first-class carriage in the front of the train. "How priceless! Here we are and here we stay until the blighters choose to finish their little call, I s'pose. That's all right.... Hope you don't feel nervous, Miss Howel-Jones?" The soft voice of little Olwen came to him out of the dark. (She was sitting in the corner seat, opposite to him.) "Oh, no! I'm not nervous at all, thanks. I think it's quite exciting! I only hope Lizzie (that's my Aunt) won't be worrying about me; but then she knew where I was; she'll probably think Mrs. Cartwright kept me." "Ah, yes. She'll probably think Mrs. Cartwright kept you," agreed Olwen's companion. "I thought it looked a likely night for our friends." He had made this remark, by the way, twice on their way to Baker Street. "Yes," said Olwen. Silence, punctuated by a nearer muttering of the guardian guns fell between the two young people in the carriage to themselves. The voices of other passengers could be heard further along the train; and the guard appeared to be exchanging repartee with the engine-driver, whose name (as that of all drivers of 'bus or engine seems to be), was Bill. Olwen gave a little laugh as "Bill's" comments were shouted forth on the night air, and her companion chuckled also. But he started no conversation about it. Or about any other subject.