CHAPTER VIIIHEAVY GOING FOR FRECKS
For a little while Frecks stood staring at the spot where the aircraft had disappeared, suddenly conscious of an unpleasant feeling of being alone. For the first time she realised what it was like to be on her own in a hostile country, and how much she had leaned on Worrals for moral support. Turning to speak to Lucien, she saw that he was closing the doors leading into the cellar. She made haste to help him, and when it was done, for the sake of something to do, she asked him if he would show her the best way to the roof of the château.
Lucien agreed. The expression on his face had softened somewhat, as if he appreciated her confidence—or it may have been that he was trying to commiserate with her on the loss of her comrade. At any rate, Frecks was sud
