our own views regarding the British supremacy of aerial navigation in the war, stood chatting for ten minutes, or more, until turning to Roseye, I said:
'Well, I'm going over to see what Theed is up to.'
Then, together, we left Eastwell to go back to his own machine.
Yet, in that second, a strange thing occurred.
Perhaps I may have been unduly suspicious—if so, I regret it and offer apology—but I felt certain somehow that I saw in Roseye's face a look of displeasure that I should have taken her from the man whose sudden appearance had caused her countenance to brighten.
And, at the same time, as I glanced surreptitiously at Lionel Eastwell, while in the act of offering him a 'gasper' from my case, I most certainly saw a strange and distinctly sinister expression—one that caused me through the next hour to reflect very deeply, and ponder over its cause.
