"Airship raid most likely!" shouted Tom. "Boches are dropping bombs on Paris! Oh, where's our cellar, Jack?"
The taxicab driver jumped down and opened the door.
"You had best alight, gentlemen," he said. "You must seek shelter."
"Is it an airship raid?" asked Tom.
"No, there is not an airship in sight. No such alarm has been sounded by the police. I fear the bombardment of Paris by the Germans has begun!"