had felt at that time that peculiar itching in the palms of her hands which always with her presages bad news.
"If he asks about those grenades, Lizzie, you can reply. Say you don't know anything about them. That's the truth."
"I know where they are," I said with some acidity. "And what's more, I know I'm not going to ride a foot in that ambulance with that concentrated extract of hell under my feet."
"Lizzie"
She began sternly, but just then the two men came back, and the officer's face was uncomfortable.
"I—from your demeanor," he said, "and—er—the fact that you haven't mentioned it I rather gather that you have not heard the er—the news, Miss Carberry."
"I didn't see the morning papers," Tish said with the dry wit so characteristic of her.
"You have a nephew, I understand, at the Front?"
Tish's face suddenly grew set and stern.
"Have—or had?" she asked in a terrible voice.
"Oh, it's not so bad as all that. In fact, he's a lot safer just now than you are, for instance. But it's rather unfortunate in a way too. He has been captured by the enemy."
