The Recovery of the Formula
“ Der liebe Gott! ” said Herr Eberhard in a whisper.
His face had gone chalky white.
George turned a face of dignified reproach on Battle.
“Is this true, Battle? I left all arrangements in your hands.”
The rocklike quality of the Superintendent showed out well. Not a muscle of his face moved.
“The best of us are defeated sometimes, sir,” he said quietly.
“Then you mean—you really mean—that the document is gone?”
But to everyone’s intense surprise Superintendent Battle shook his head.