And all about, neatly
stacked, were shells. He looked at them, pointing his light at them,
to make sure. They bore the stamp of the Krupp works at Essen in
Germany, the world-famous works whence the greater part of German
munitions of war come.
Here was a discovery indeed! The Germans were ready to attack Liege.
Of that there could no longer be even the shadow of a doubt. Not only
had they prepared a place for the reception of guns; they had even
smuggled the guns themselves over the border. It was, as he could see,
not a matter of really great difficulty. The border was not far
distant; the guards, on the Belgian side at least, had had no great
reason in the past year or so to be especially vigilant. But Paul was
horrified by this proof of the determination of the great power to the
east and north not to hesitate to invade Belgium, should that course be
necessary to enable it to reach its most formidable antagonist, France.
There was something horrible and cold-blooded about such minute
preparation. He was thrilled by his discovery. No less was he
thrilled by the feeling that it was within his power now really to
serve the land he loved. He was not old enough to be a soldier, but he
felt that if he could get back to Liege with the information that he
and Arthur had garnered that night they might serve Belgium as well as
soldiers could do.
Light in hand, he made his way back to the ladder.
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