TUPPENCE RECEIVES A PROPOSAL
CHAPTER XVI.
FURTHER ADVENTURES OF TOMMY
CHAPTER XVII.
ANNETTE
CHAPTER XVIII.
THE TELEGRAM
CHAPTER XIX.
JANE FINN
CHAPTER XX.
TOO LATE
CHAPTER XXI.
TOMMY MAKES A DISCOVERY
CHAPTER XXII.
IN DOWNING STREET
CHAPTER XXIII.
A RACE AGAINST TIME
CHAPTER XXIV.
JULIUS TAKES A HAND
CHAPTER XXV.
JANE’S STORY
CHAPTER XXVI.
MR. BROWN
CHAPTER XXVII.
A SUPPER PARTY AT THE
SAVOY
CHAPTER XXVIII.
AND AFTER
PROLOGUE
It was 2 p.m. on the afternoon of May 7, 1915. The Lusitania had been struck by two torpedoes in succession and was sinking rapidly, while the boats were being launched with all possible speed. The women and children were being lined up awaiting their turn. Some still clung desperately to husbands and fathers; others clutched their children closely to their breasts. One girl stood alone, slightly apart from the rest. She was quite young, not more than eighteen. She did not seem afraid, and her grave, steadfast eyes looked straight ahead.
“I beg your pardon.”
A man’s voice beside her made her start and turn. She had noticed the speaker more than once amongst the first-class passengers. There had been a hint of mystery about him which had appealed to her imagination. He spoke to no one. If anyone spoke to him he was quick to rebuff the overture. Also he had a nervous way of looking over his shoulder with a swift, suspicious glance.
She noticed now that he was greatly agitated. There were beads of perspiration on his brow. He was evidently in a state of overmastering fear. And yet he did not strike her as the kind of man who would be afraid to meet death!
“Yes?” Her grave eyes met his inquiringly.
He stood looking at her with a kind of desperate irresolution.
“It must be!” he muttered to himself. “Yes—it is the only way.” Then aloud he said abruptly: “You are an American?”
“Yes.”
“A patriotic one?”
The girl flushed.
“I guess you’ve no right to ask such a thing! Of course I am!”
