Edward Phillips Oppenheim

The Pawns Count Edward Phillips Oppenheim

Mefiez-Vous!Taisez-Vous!Les Oreilles Ennemies Vous Ecoutent!The usual little crowd was waiting in the lobby of a fashionable London restaurant a fewminutes before the popular luncheon hour. Pamela Van Teyl, a very beautiful American girl, dressed in the extreme of fashion, which she seemed somehow to justify, directed theattention of her companions to the notice affixed to the wall facing them."Except," she declared, "for you poor dears who have been hurt, that is the first thing I haveseen in England which makes me realise that you are at war."The younger of her two escorts, Captain Richard Holderness, who wore the uniform of awell-known cavalry regiment, glanced at the notice a little impatiently."What rot it seems!" he exclaimed. "We get fed up with that sort of thing in France. It'salways the same at every little railway station and every little inn. 'Mefiez-vous! Taisezvous!' They might spare us over here."John Lutchester, a tall, clean-shaven man, dressed in civilian clothes, raised his eyeglass andread out the notice languidly