"You're going to keep at it?"
"If you'll let me."
"You mean by not making you tell how you found out about De Trevenac and by keeping you out of that?"
She nodded.
"But you must tell me anything else of that sort you know."
"I don't know anything more of that sort except this: he had orders to see that someone be sent to the vicinity of Roisel to observe particularly dispositions of the British Fifth Army—their reserve strength and whether there were signs that they will extend their front."
"That's absolutely all?"
"Absolutely all—except that I think that was a particularly imperative order."
"They'd be sending people all along that front," Gerry said. "We know they're to try an offensive where the armies join; the only doubt is when. I say, I'll report for you that you just overheard something on the street; and I'll try to get past with it. If I can't, you'll see me here soon again; and soon anyway, if you don't mind, please."
"I wouldn't mind," Ruth said simply, "but I'll not be here. I'm leaving Paris in the morning."
"Ho! Where to?"
"I applied day before yesterday for field work and got it; so I'm going to Picardy."
"That's no address. What part?"
"Roisel."
"Hmm!"
Was he evolving—she wondered—the fact that De
