rry that the
light gave out just there, and the message was uncompleted."

How terrible were my emotions at that time, to think that our dear Tish
had cut off Aggie's only hope of escape.

The general got up.

"I am, afraid you young gentlemen are indulging in a sense of humor at
my expense. Unfortunately I have no sense of humor, but you may find it
funny. Captain Sands to continue under arrest for last night's escapade.
As Mr. Burton is a member of a welfare organization I do not find him
under my direct jurisdiction, but----"

"Then I shall go to V---- myself!" Mr. Burton said angrily. "I'll
capture the whole damned town single-handed, and----"

I then entered the cellar and said: "Miss Carberry has captured V----,
general. She asks me to tell you that you may come over at any time and
plant the flag. The signaling is being done by Miss Pilkington, who is
at present holding the tower. I am acting as runner."

I regret to say that I cannot publish the general's reply.

* * * * *

As the remainder of the incident is a matter of historical record I
shall not describe the advance of a portion of our Army into V----.

They found the garrison either surrendered, fled or under Tish's fire in
the beer cellar, and were, I believe, at first seriously menaced by that
indomitable figure. It was also extremely difficult to rescue Aggie, as
at first she persisted in firing through the floor of the platform the
moment she heard any one ascending. In due time, however, she was
brought down, but as any mention of the tower for some time gave her a
nervous chill it was several weeks before we heard her story.

I doubt if we would have heard it even then had not Mr. Burton and Hilda
come to Paris on their wedding trip. We had a dinner for them at the
Cafe de Paris, and Mr. Burton told us that we were all to have the Croix
de Guerre. He insisted on ordering champagne to celebrate, and Aggie
had two glasses, and then said the room was going round like the weather
vane on the tower at V----.

She then went rather white and said: "The ladder was fastened to it, you
know."

"What ladder?" Tish asked sharply.

"The rope ladder I was standing on. And when the wind blew----"

Well, we gave her another glass of wine, and she told us the tragic
story. She had fallen behind me, and was round a corner, when she felt a
sneezing spell coming on. So seeing a doorway she slipped in, and she
sneezed for a