when the same man suddenly appeared about a corner and—a rather gusty wind was blowing—his hat left his head and blew toward Ruth. She stooped quickly and picked it up.
He thanked her effusively in French and, observing that she was an American in uniform, he extended compliments upon the participation of America, which made it impossible for Ruth to go on at once. Suddenly, and without change in his tone, he inquired her name.
"Cynthia Gail," she gave it, without thinking anything in particular.
"From what city?" he inquired.
"Decatur, Illinois."
"You are to make effort at once to leave Paris to go to the district of Roisel. Never mind the Americans; there will be few there. Observe British dispositions; of their Fifth Army; their headquarters; what forces in reserve present; what movements indicating a lengthening of their front. Return here after two weeks; not later than three. It is the wonder of America, observe!" he proceeded in the same tone as a man went by, "that it saves not only my country, my civilization, but even, for me, my hat! I thank you again, Mademoiselle. Bon jour!" He bowed and was off.
