CHAPTER IIISWIFT DEVELOPMENTS
Worrals, not without an effort, kept her head.
“Monsieur Mundier,” she said coldly, “let us remain calm. Where are the Germans now?”
“In the great hall, where they sleep on straw,” answered the old man.
“How many are there?”
“Fifty, with two officers.”
“Have they made any attempt to go into the cellars?”
“Yes. They went looking for wine, but there was none—nor has been for many a year.”
Worrals drew a deep breath, perceiving how narrow had been her escape. Had she arrived a day earlier the aircraft would have been in the cellars, and discovered.
“How long are these Germans staying?” she asked.
Monsieur Mundier shrugged his shoulders helplessly. “As if they would tell me.”
“Very well, we shall have to make the best of it,” declared Worrals.
“But you
