Chapter 50

“Of course,” said Braith; but it was not until they had reached the rue Serpente and had turned in the passage which led to West’s cellar, that the latter cried: “Have you seen Jack Trent, to-day?” “No,” replied Braith, looking troubled, “he was not at Ambulance Headquarters.” “He stayed to take care of Sylvia, I suppose.” A bomb came crashing through the roof of a house at the end of the alley and burst in the basement, showering the street with slate and plaster. A second struck a chimney and plunged into the gar…