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Gibbs, Philip, 1877-1962

"Now It Can Be Told"

What is
to keep them back? There's nothing up the road."
"It would look silly if we were all captured to-night. How they would
laugh!"
"We shouldn't laugh, though. I think we ought to keep an eye on
things."
"How are we to know? We are utterly without means of communication.
Anything may happen in the night."
Something happened then. It was half past seven in the evening. There
were two enormous crashes outside the windows of the Hotel du Rhin.
All the windows shook and the whole house seemed to rock. There was a
noise of rending wood, many falls of bricks, and a cascade of falling
glass. Instinctively and instantly a number of officers threw
themselves on the floor to escape flying bits of steel and glass
splinters blown sideways. Then some one laughed.
"Not this time!"
The officers rose from the floor and took their places at the table,
and lit cigarettes again. But they were listening. We listened to the
loud hum of airplanes, the well known "zooz-zooz" of the Gothas'
double fuselage.


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