The Zeppelin S Passenger By E Phillips Oppenheim
by E. Phillips Oppenheim CHAPTER I “Never heard a sound,” the younger of the afternoon callers admitted, getting rid of his empty cup and leaning forward in his low chair. “No more tea, thank you, Miss Fairclough. Done splendidly, thanks. No, I went to bed last night soon after eleven – the Colonel had been route marching us all off our legs – and I never awoke until reveille this morning....