MESSING WITH A BRIGADIER
“The car has gone?”
“Yes, Mrs. Gray. One of our men drivers took it out under orders this
morning,” the sergeant informed her.
“Whose orders?”
“Captain Grant’s.”
“No provision then has been made for a car for me?” questioned Grace.
“Not that I am aware of. Sorry, but I can’t help it. It’s orders.”
“I understand, Sergeant. I think a hike will do myself and my friend
good.”
“Would you ride on a truck?”
“Of course if necessary, but I think we prefer to walk, thank you. I
always did enjoy hiking. You don’t know whether or not the car has gone
on?”
“It went on less than five minutes before you came out. Four women in
it, the same ones you carried before.”
“Thank you, Sergeant. May I offer you a package of cigarettes?”
He said she might, and thanked her, a broad grin on his face.
“The old party hasn’t passed out a thing since we started,” he informed
her.
“I know it. She informs me that none will be distributed from the
canteen until we reach the Rhine. Thank you very much for your
kindness.” Grace returned to their cellar, where she found Elfreda
awaiting her with more or less impatience. Their mess kits and other
supplies were packed.
“Where is the car? I didn’t hear you drive up,” questioned Miss Briggs.
“Mrs. Chadsey Smythe took the car and a soldier driver, and went on, I
am informed.”
“What?”
“You and I are going to enjoy a lovely twelve-mile walk this morning,
and I know it will do us a world of good. We have been riding too much
since we came over here.”
“I call that an outrage!” expostulated J. Elfreda. “What about all this
stuff?”
“We will carry our own kits. Our bags and what little government
property we have here we will try to get on a truck. The rest will
be easy. I had an interview with Madame in her cellar this morning.
I tried to come to an amicable settlement of our difficulties, but
she threatened me and drove me out. It is quite evident that General
Gordon has not taken action, as he said he would. However, I feel that
we are going to be all right and that we shall arrive at the Rhine
flying high.”
“Tell me about it,” urged Elfreda.
Grace did so, her companion listening with narrowed eyes.
“This passes all comprehension, Grace. I can’t believe that the woman
is so bad as she would have us think her. You must admit that she is a
good American else she would not be here, suffering all the discomforts
of army life.”
“That is the way I have reasoned it out, Elfreda, and that is why I
went to see her this morning, hoping that after yesterday she might
have seen a light--instead she saw red,” added Grace, smiling up at
her companion. “Let’s get our luggage out and I will look up one of
our unit’s wagons. Perhaps we may arrange our day’s journey quite
satisfactorily.”
They were fortunate in finding one of their own camions that was just
starting out, and the driver was more than willing to take their
belongings and asked them to ride through with him, but Grace said they
preferred to walk, now that their car had gone on without them.
The Overton girls set out bravely, falling in behind the regiment with
which they had been billeted. There were many offers of a ride on
wagons of their train, and doughboys frequently urged them to turn over
their kits, to all of which Grace gave a smiling “Thank you” and shook
her head.
They were two weary girls when they arrived at their objective, and
while Elfreda was in search of a cellar, Grace looked up the driver who
had their belongings and carried them to the side of the street to a
point where Elfreda was to meet her.
“I have a whole house for us,” cried Miss Briggs, running up to Grace
nearly half an hour later. “It is what is left of a peasant cottage.
Part of the roof is shot away, but what is left of it will cover us
very nicely. There is a fireplace where we can make our tea, and enough
pieces of board about to make a roaring fire and keep us warm.”
“Fine. Help me carry the things in, then I will report our location to
Company A’s commander. I don’t suppose you chance to know where Mrs.
Smythe’s billet is?”
“Neither know nor care, Grace Harlowe. I have troubles of my own, the
principal one being a pair of feet that weigh several pounds above
normal. Let’s go!”
Grace was delighted with their quarters, and the two girls promptly set
about arranging their belongings. “Captain” Grace then reported their
billet to a lieutenant of Company A, which was according to orders.
When she returned to the cottage a car was standing before it, and
Elfreda was at the door of the house watching for her.
“What is it?”
“General Gordon’s car,” said Elfreda. “He has sent it for us,
requesting that we mess with him. It strikes me that this is moving
some. I hope Chad doesn’t hear of it, or she will have us drawn and
quartered at sunrise.”
Grace stepped out to the driver.
“Can you wait fifteen minutes, Buddy? We simply must slick up before we
go.”
“Yes, Mrs. Gray. Take your time.”
The girls changed their clothes, brushed their hair and put on clean
boots, and came out fit for the most rigid inspection.
The general’s driver was not a slow driver, and ten minutes later they
halted before a cottage that appeared to be whole. It was about the
only one in town that escaped the deluge of Hun steel that had been
hurled on the little French village. The general met the Overton girls
at the door and led them in. Captain Boucher was there, and a Major
Colt, who was a member of the balloon corps, and to whom he introduced
both women.
A cheerful fire was blazing in the wide fireplace, and a table was set
for five, while a Chinaman was cooking the supper over the fire.
“How cheerful,” exclaimed Grace. “We too have a cottage and fireplace,
but we lack a roof, and what heat doesn’t go up the chimney goes
through the place where the roof once was.”
“How is your superior behaving to-day?” questioned the general
quizzically.
“I don’t know, not having seen her since early morning, sir. I wish to
make a confession to you, and now is the proper time to do so. I feel
that I took an inexcusable advantage of you yesterday in telling you
of my supervisor’s shortcomings in her presence. Mrs. Chadsey Smythe
was the woman I referred to, and she was in the car when I told you the
story. She also, of course, heard you express your opinion of her. I
owe you an apology, General, but do not see how you can overlook what I
did.”
General Gordon laughed heartily.
“No apology is necessary. I knew that it was she to whom you referred.
Even had I not known it, her face would have told me. I expressed
myself as I did, partly for her own good. I take it that she hasn’t
been driving with you to-day?”
“No, sir. She preferred to drive with some one else. When do we reach
the Rhine, if I may ask, sir?”
“Four or five days hence. We could do it in much less time, but the
enemy is moving slowly, and you know we cannot hurry him, much as we
should like to. Things have been moving smoothly thus far, but I am of
the opinion that we shall meet with little friendliness after we cross
the Moselle. So you ladies hiked through to-day, eh?”
Grace’s face flushed and Elfreda looked amazed.
“Yes, sir, so long as you have mentioned the subject. May I ask how you
know?” questioned Grace.
“Our Intelligence Department hears and sees all things,” the general
informed her, waving a hand toward Captain Boucher.
“Are you quite positive as to that, General?” returned “Captain” Grace
suggestively.
“What do you mean?” demanded the captain, pricking up his ears.
“I was wondering if the Intelligence Department had reason to believe
we had spies with us in this army of invasion,” smiled the Overton
girl. She observed a quick flash in the eyes of the Intelligence
officer, followed by an expression of inquiry there.
“We will be seated now, if you please. Sorry, Mrs. Gray, that we can
offer you nothing better than a board to sit on.”
“A board for a seat is luxury compared with what we have had for the
last several evenings. Miss Briggs and myself have been dining sitting
on a cellar floor,” replied Grace brightly, taking a seat at the right
of the general, Elfreda being placed between Captain Boucher and Major
Colt on the opposite side of the table.
“To return to your hike, I am very sorry that you did not inform me of
the difficulty. Was the action taken without notice to you?”
“Yes, sir.”
“What led up to it? Had you any conversation with Mrs. Smythe last
evening?”
“Not last evening. I had this morning. It was this way, sir. I went
to her headquarters and tried to get her to see the matter in a right
light and at the same time to warn her that I could tolerate no further
insults from her. I should prefer to say nothing about it, for I do not
like to talk behind a person’s back, much preferring to speak out when
that person is present and can answer.”
“So I observed the other day. I don’t know about finding another car
for you, but in any event I will see that you and Miss Briggs have
places in an officer’s car for the rest of the journey.”
“Have you ever been up in the air, Mrs. Gray?” interjected Major Colt.
Grace said she had, and related her experience when on a flight with
Hippy Wingate, which interested and amused the officers very much.
“Never been in an observation balloon?” questioned the major.
“No, sir.”
“With the general’s permission, I should be glad to have you go up with
me, and Miss Briggs too, though she would have to go in another car or
else wait until a later date, for the basket is not roomy enough for so
many.”
“If I am permitted to say so without offense, I believe I should prefer
to remain on the ground,” spoke up J. Elfreda. “I have no ambition to
soar.”
“How about you, Mrs. Gray?”
“I should be delighted, sir.”
“Done! To-morrow if the weather looks promising; otherwise on the
following day, if that is agreeable.”
Grace said it was.
“I warn you, though,” she added, “that you will be taking desperate
chances if I go with you.”
“How so?”
“Mrs. Gray means that something always happens when she is along,”
Elfreda informed them.
“Nothing very serious can interfere with us now,” soothed the major.
“There are no Boche airplanes to shoot us down, no enemy artillery to
shoot off our cables, and, being attached to trucks, we shall move
along slowly and steadily behind the army, with a wonderful view spread
out before us.”
“I know I shall enjoy it until--”
“Until what?” demanded the general.
“Until the cable breaks,” returned “Captain” Grace with a twinkle in
her eyes.
“I will let you hear from me early in the morning, Mrs. Gray.”
“And I will have a car to take you to the balloons or on toward the
front,” added the general. “Then that is settled.”
“You spoke of spies a few moments ago,” spoke up Captain Boucher
inquiringly. “I was wondering if you had anything in mind?”
“Likewise, I was wondering if you were having any spy scares?” answered
Grace.
Captain Boucher reflected briefly.
“We are,” he said. “I am revealing no military secrets when I say that
we are.”
“You may speak frankly before Mrs. Gray, Captain,” interjected the
general. “She is something of an investigator herself, and if ever you
get in a pickle call on her to assist you.”
“And make a mess of the case,” finished “Captain” Grace. “Pardon me.”
“Military information of a vital nature is percolating to the enemy. Of
course an army always has and always will have traitors in it, enemy
subjects, I mean, but we thought we had stopped all the leaks. It
appears that we haven’t.”
“It is an impossible task, Captain,” observed Grace.
“So long as there are wars there will be spies,” added the general.
“All that we can do is to do our best to minimize the evil and deal
sternly with those we catch. Our people in Washington have not been in
sympathy with stern measures and the enemy knows this. The result is
they have been very bold. It was Mrs. Gray, I understand, Captain, who
was responsible for the capture of the spy André.”
“And Madame de Beaupre,” added Captain Boucher.
“Oh, you know about it, then?” exclaimed General Gordon.
“Yes.”
“Suppose we change the subject,” suggested Grace, her face flushing.
“I never did like to hear myself talked about. May I ask if we are
using carrier pigeons on this march?” she questioned innocently.
“Not to speak of. We have them, of course, but our lines of
communication are so open that birds are not needed. We have sent out a
few in an experimental way; but that is all.”
“In which direction did they fly, sir, if I may ask?”
“Westward, of course. Why do you ask?” demanded the captain, bending a
keen glance on the face of the Overton girl.
“I wondered.”
“Will you be good enough to tell us, Mrs. Gray, why you appear to be so
interested in carrier pigeons at this moment?” urged the Intelligence
officer.
“Yes, what have you to suggest?” added the general.
“That you watch the skies in the early morning. Pigeons are being flown
from this army in the early morning, and, sir, they are flying to the
eastward,” Grace Harlowe informed them in a quiet tone.