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The Zeppelin's Passenger
by E. Phillips Oppenheim
CHAPTER I
"Never heard a sound," the younger of the afternoon callers admitted,
getting rid of his empty cup and leaning forward in his low chair. "No
more tea, thank you, Miss Fairclough. Done splendidly, thanks. No, I
went to bed last night soon after eleven - the Colonel had been route
marching us all off our legs - and I never awoke until reveille this
morning. Sleep of the just, and all that sort of thing, but a jolly sell, all
the same! You hear anything of it, sir?" he asked, turning to his
companion, who was seated a few feet away.
Captain Griffiths shook his head. He was a man considerably older than
his questioner, with long, nervous face, and thick black hair streaked
with grey. His fingers were bony, his complexion, for a soldier,
curiously sallow, and notwithstanding his height, which was
considerable, he was awkward, at times almost uncouth. His voice was
hard and unsympathetic, and his contributions to the tea-table talk had
been almost negligible.
"I was up until two o'clock, as it happened," he replied, "but I knew
nothing about the matter until it was brought to my notice officially."
Helen Fairclough, who was doing the honours for Lady Cranston, her
absent hostess, assumed the slight air of superiority to which the
circumstances of the case entitled her.

"I heard it distinctly," she declared; "in fact it woke me up. I hung out
of the window, and I could hear the engine just as plainly as though it
were over the golf links."
The young subaltern sighed.
"Rotten luck I have with these things," he confided. "That's three times
they've been over, and I've neither heard nor seen one. This time they
say that it had the narrowest shave on earth of coming down. Of course,
you've heard of the observation car found on Dutchman's Common this
morning?"
The girl assented.
"Did you see it?" she enquired.
"Not a chance," was the gloomy reply. "It was put on two covered
trucks and sent up to London by the first train. Captain Griffiths can tell
you what it was like, I dare say. You were down there, weren't you,
sir?"
"I superintended its removal," the latter informed them. "It was a very
uninteresting affair."
"Any bombs in it?" Helen asked.
"Not a sign of one. Just a hard seat, two sets of field-glasses and a
telephone. It seems to have got caught in some trees and been dragged
off."
"How exciting!" the girl murmured. "I suppose there wasn't any one in
it?"
Griffiths shook his head.
"I believe," he explained, "that these observation cars, although they
are attached to most of the Zeppelins, are seldom used in night raids."
"I should like to have seen it, all the same," Helen