Many had escaped from France, Germany and Austria with only the clothes
they wore, having lost all their luggage. Many more, though possessed of
letters of credit or travellers' checks for considerable sums, didn't have
enough money to buy a sandwich, since the banks were all closed and no one
would cash their checks.
So Harry had another glimpse of the effects of war, seeing how it affected
a great many people who not only had nothing to do with the fighting, but
were citizens of a neutral nation. He was beginning to understand very
thoroughly by this time that war was not what he had always dreamed. It
meant more than fighting, more than glory.
But, after all, now that war had come, it was no time to think of such
things. He had undertaken, if he could get permission, to do a certain very
important piece of work. And now, by a happy accident, as he regarded it,
it wasn't necessary for him to ask that permission. He was not forbidden to
do any particular thing; his father had simply warned him to be careful.
So when he went home, he whistled outside of Dick Mercer's window, woke him
up, and, when Dick came down into the garden, explained to him what Colonel
Throckmorton wanted them to do.
"He said I could pick out someone to go with me, Dick," Harry explained.
"And, of course, I'd rather have you than anyone I can think of.
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