The mention of her husband's name caused her to stand still and listen. The men were discussing the raid, from which she gathered that it was supposed the Zeppelins were guided by a motor car with a powerful light. Strong remarks were passed and hopes expressed that the scoundrel would be caught. It was surmised he was in the pay of the Huns--a spy--and he deserved shooting. "He's a mysterious fellow," said the landlord, alluding to Carl Meason. "He was out in his motor half the night, came home between two and three. I'd like to know where he went; if I had something definite to go on I'd give warning to the police." "You'd better do that in any case," said one of the men. "You'll be on the safe side then." "That's all right," said the landlord, "but I might get into trouble if there's nothing wrong with him." "Risk it, Frank; it's worth it. There's no end of these spies about, and the sooner they're stopped the better." "I'll think it over--if he's a spy I'm sorry for his wife. She's a pretty quiet little woman, far too good for him." Jane heard this conversation; she saw the door move and stepped into the hall. It was the landlord looked out and wished her good-day. "I have been packing," she said, with a faint attempt at a smile. "You are leaving?" he asked. "I believe so. My husband talks about going this afternoon," she replied. "He has not said anything to me at present. He's outside looking over his motor; he had a breakdown yesterday--lucky he could put it right. He was a long way from a town--Norwich would probably be the nearest," said Frank Spatts, the landlord. Jane looked at him inquiringly. Carl told her he had the car repaired at ----. This was another tale. "Yes, I believe he had a breakdown," she said hesitatingly. "You've heard of the Zeppelin raid last night? Some damage was done on the Coast, a cowardly thing killing innocent people, women and children." "Oh, I am sorry!" exclaimed Jane. "It is terrible. They must have been near here. Perhaps that is why my husband is leaving." Spatts smiled as he said: "It may be the reason. I'll ask him when he comes in." Jane went out. The sea breeze blew refreshingly; she felt rather faint and it revived her. She did not go direct to the garage but walked along the front; there were few visitors about. She sat down presently. Two men occupied the other end of the seat. "The police are almost certain the Zeppelins were guided by a motor car. Wish they'd find it," said one of the men. Jane got up; she could not stand any more of this; she blamed herself for connecting this motor car with Carl. Why did he tell her he had the car repaired at ---- and the landlord that he did it himself? She walked back to the hotel very uneasy and found Carl standing at the door with the landlord; they were laughing--this relieved her. Carl turned to her and said: "Have you packed? We leave after lunch."