"Shouldn't have thought it," said Carl. "The man who did you must have got up very early in the morning." "Going out to-night again?" asked Abel. "Yes, walking; I have a little business on hand that concerns my happiness," said Carl. "Sounds a bit like courting," said Sam. "You're not far out," was Carl's reply. "I'm thinking of getting married," he added as he left the room. "Who's the girl?" asked Sam. "Can't say for certain. He's been thick with Jane Thrush for a long time; they go out together. She's been in his motor to Nottingham. Can't think what Tom's about to allow it." "He'd be a good match for her, eh?" asked Fred. "I'm none so sure about that. What do you say, Sam?" asked Abel. "I don't know much about the man. Jane's a very pretty girl; she's quite good enough for him," said Sam. "I wish I could fathom him," said Abel. "He's mysterious; them roads and maps is all a blind, I feel sure." "What makes you think so?" asked Sam. "Nothing in particular. He keeps on tracing and tracking, and marking out spots in red ink, but I can't make head or tail of 'em," said Abel. "Leaves them about, does he?" asked the trainer. "Sometimes." "There can't be much harm in what he's doing," said Fred. Abel shook his head doubtfully. "If he hadn't been here before the war began I'd have him put down as a spy--I'm not quite sure he isn't." "Spying what?" asked Sam. "The lay of the land," replied Abel. "What for? How will that help? You don't think the Germans will come inside England?" laughed Fred. "Not by land. They may come overhead and do some damage. What about these Zepplins they've been building for a long time?" said Abel. The trainer laughed; so did Sam Kerridge. "You can laugh," said Abel, "but it's my belief they'll do some damage with 'em before long." "And you imagine Meason is planning out routes for them--is that it?" asked the trainer. "Something of the sort. Wouldn't put it past him," said Abel. "I can't agree with you. If he were doing that he wouldn't leave his work about," said Sam. "He leaves about what he likes. I'll bet he has some things he would not like to be seen," said Abel. "It's a dangerous thing to be a spy," said Sam; "and I don't think he looks like one. He'd have no time for courting if he'd a job like that." "For two pins I'd give information against him," said Abel. "If I get half a chance, and enough evidence to go on I'll do it." "It is a serious charge to make," said Sam, and the trainer agreed. As they walked home they continued the conversation, and Sam gave Fred to understand there was something suspicious about Carl Meason's movements. "But it doesn't look much like spying. He's after Jane Thrush and means matrimony--he'd have no time on his hands for that," said Sam.