CHAPTER XXXII

THE DAY OF JUDGEMENT Ernie clattered into the kitchen at a busy trot, and stumbled upstairs without a word to his wife at the sink. There was such an air of stir and secret purposefulness about him that Ruth followed him up to the bedroom. There she found him on his knees in a litter of things, packing a bundle frantically. A dish-cloth in her hand, she watched his efforts. "Where away then?" she asked. "Berlin this journey. Hand me them socks!" Her eyes leapt. "Is it war?" "That's it." She sat down ghastly, wra…