No specific source of illumination seemed visible; but the room bathed itself in soft, clear radiance with a certain restful greenish tinge, throwing no shadows, pure as the day itself.
The man pulled open a drawer in the table and silently gazed down at several little boxes within.

He opened some.

From one, on a bed of purple satin, the Croix de Guerre, with a palm, gleamed up at him.
Another disclosed an "M.M.," a Medaille Militaire.

A third showed him the "D.F.C.," or Distinguished Flying Cross.

Still another contained aviator's insignia in the form of a double pair of wings.