The Zeppelin Destroyer: Being Some Chapters of Secret HistoryLe Queux, William
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The Zeppelin Destroyer: Being Some Chapters of Secret History
Le Queux, William
War stories; World War, 1914-1918 -- Fiction
"Well, Claude. It's--it's a strange story--as strange as any woman has
ever lived to tell," she said at last, with great hesitation and
speaking very slowly. "On that morning when I left I received a letter
purporting to come from you, and urging me to meet you in secret on the
departure platform of the Great Northern station at King's Cross.
Naturally, much puzzled, I went there, wondering what had happened.
While waiting, a woman--the woman you have seen--came up to me and told
me that you had sent her--that you wished to see me in secret in
connexion with your invention, but that you were in hiding because you
feared that some spies intended to obtain knowledge of the truth. She
said that there were enemy spies on every hand, and that it would be
best to go over to the hotel, and there wait till night before we went
North to Grantham, whither you had gone."
"Grantham!" I echoed. "I've not been in Grantham for years."
"But I believed that you were there, so plausible was the woman's
story," she replied. "We left at night, travelling in a first-class
compartment together. On the way, I suddenly suspected her. Somehow I
did not like the look in those strange eyes of hers, and I accused her
of deceiving me. Indeed, while dozing, I had seen her carefully take my
chatelaine, put something into it, and drop it out of the window. We
were in a tunnel, I believe."
"Then it was that woman who put the cipher-message into your card-case!"
I exclaimed. "Yes, go on."
"Yes," she replied. "I sprang up, and tried to pull the
communication-cord as we came out of the tunnel, but she prevented me.
She pushed a sponge saturated with some pungent-smelling liquid into my
face, and then I knew nothing more until I found myself in a small room
in a cottage somewhere remote in the country."
"Then you were detained there--eh?"
"Yes. Forcibly. That awful woman tried, by every means in her power,
to force or induce me to reveal the details of the experiments which you
and Teddy were making at Gunnersbury. But I refused. Ah! how that
hell-fiend tortured me day after day!
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