“Ahmed Ben Larti. He is in hospital at Marseilles. He has the medaille militaire.”
Baumann shrugged his shoulders. “Who has it not?” he seemed to say.
“I had better see the Governor-General,” said Gerard.
Baumann became mysterious, as befitted a high officer of Intelligence.
“Difficult, my young friend,” he began.
“Excellent, Baumann, excellent,” interrupted Gerard, with a chuckle.
Baumann pouted.
“I don’t quite understand,” he said.
“And there’s no reason that you should,” Gerard answered, politely.
Baumann was not very pleased. It was his business to do the mystifying.