"
Weber was silent for a few moments. Then he said, giving Lannes his
title as an officer:
"I've heard of you, Lieutenant Lannes. Who does not know the name of
France's most daring aviator? And doubtless you have information which
is unknown to me. It is altogether likely that one who pierces the air
like an eagle should bear messages between generals of the first rank."
Lannes did not answer, but looked at Weber, who smiled.
"Perhaps our trades are not so very different," said the Alsatian, "but
you shoot through clouds while I crawl on the ground. You have a great
advantage of me in method."
Lannes smiled back. The little tribute was pleasing to the dramatic
instinct so strong in him.
"You and I, Mr. Weber," he said, "know enough never to speak of what
we're going to do. Now, we'll bid you good night and wish you good luck.
I'd like to be a prophet, even for a day only, and tell what the morrow
would bring."
"So do I," said Weber, "and I must hurry on my own errand. It may not
be of great importance, but is vital to me that I do it."
He slid away in the darkness and both John and Lannes spoke well of him
as they returned to the house. Picard admitted them.
"May I ask, sir, if there is any news that favors France?" he said to
Philip.
"Not yet, my good Antoine, but it is surely coming."
John heard the giant Frenchman smother a sigh, but he made no comment,
and walked softly with Lannes to the little room high up that had been
assigned to him.
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