As soon as dinner was over Worrals announced her intention of going home. In reply to a question from Major Kenton about why the haste, she explained that she intended leaving the ground the following morning at the c***k of dawn, so an early night was advisable. After coffee, they left the major and his staff, and collecting Nimrud on the way, they went out by the back door. Deep night had fallen, but an enormous moon and a myriad stars flooded everything not in shadow with clear silver light.
Frecks stopped. “Look here, Worrals,” she said seriously. “Before we leave, are you quite sure that you’re not making a mistake in holding this information back from Major Kenton?”
“I see your point,” admitted Worrals. “But what you don’t tell can’t be repeated. Mind you, it isn’t that I don’t tru
