"Did you hear that?" she said. "They'd do it too!"

The total result of a conference between four policemen, the costermonger,

and, by that time, Mr. Travers--was to draw the animal off the street

and into the square. Sara Lee stuck close by. So, naturally, did

Henri. And when the hopeless condition of Nellie, as they learned she

was named, became increasingly evident, Henri behaved like a man and a

soldier.

He got out his revolver and shot her in the brain.

"A kindness," he explained, as Sara Lee would have caught his hand.

"The only way, mademoiselle."

Mr. Travers had the usual British hatred of a crowd and publicity,

coupled with a deadly fear of getting into the papers, except through

an occasional letter to the Times. He vanished just before the shot,

and might have been seen moving rapidly through the square, turning

over in his mind the difficulty of trying to treat young American girls

like rational human beings.

But Henri understood. He had had a French mother, and there is a leaven

of French blood in the American temperament, old Huguenot, some of it.

So Americans love beauty and obey their impulses and find life good to

do things rather than to be something or other more or less important.

And so Henri could quite understand how Sara Lee had forgotten herself

when Mr. Travers could not. And he understood, also, when Sara Lee,

having composed the little donkey's quiet figure, straightened up with

tears in her eyes.

"It was very dear of you to come out," she said. "And--of course it was

the best thing."

She held out her hand. The crowd had gone. Traffic was moving again,

racing to make up for five lost precious moments. The square was dark,

that first darkness of London, when air raids were threatened but had

not yet taken place. From the top of the Admiralty, near by, a

flashlight shot up into the air and began its nightly process of brushing

the sky. Henri took her hand and bent over it.

"You are very brave, mademoiselle," he said, and touched her hand with

his lips.

The amazing interlude had commenced.




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