human
You had a headache to-night--good. You can make the excuse in the morning to visit the pharmacy in Shaftesbury Avenue. I need not tell you where you will really go. But tell them that word must be sent to Fritz Hoffer to take me off at the old spot at seven o'clock to-morrow night.
gpt
Are you certain of a train that will get you there in time?
human
I shall not bother about trains, he replied.
gpt
The Kilburn Rifles are doing coast duty there, and I will borrow Dennis Dashwood's motor-bike ten minutes after their car has left for Charing Cross. I shall be in the vicinity of Folkestone before their train arrives, and may possibly pass them in the Channel.
human
Sure everything's in? said Captain Bob with a keen glance round the hall, which looked so pathetically empty now that the little pile of brown cases had been carried to the car.
gpt
Well, time's up. Au revoir, mon lieutenant. I must air my bad French, you know, and he shook hands warmly with the
human
Belgian officer, who stood bareheaded on the step to see them off.
gpt
Hope to meet you over there one of these days. Buck up and get all right, you know.
human
We shall meet, never fear; perhaps sooner than you think, said Van Drissel with a quiet smile.
gpt
Good-bye and good luck to you both.