He remained silent for a little while, turning some quite new thought over and over uneasily in his mind.
“Well?” he said, waking up again.
“After we had returned here, he changed into a dry uniform, for we were both wet through, and told me that he was going to dine with a friend in Fez,” Praslin resumed. “I reminded him that there was a battalion parade at six the next morning.”
“Yes?”
“He answered that he had not forgotten and rode off.”
“And that was the last you heard of him?” asked Gerard de Montignac.
“No!”
“Oh?”
“It was the last I saw of him,” Praslin corrected.
“What do you mean?” asked Gerard de Montignac.