As Lucy nodded in silence he commenced at once: “Ask him his name.”
The question being translated, the Englishman answered, “Archibald Beattie, Captain, Royal Infantry.”
“Ask him what Army Corps he belongs to.”
After a second’s hesitation, the prisoner answered, “The eighteenth.”
“What division?”
“The second.”
“Be careful!” said the German sharply. “Tell him that division was moved toward Château-Thierry day before yesterday, and he was taken last night, before Argenton.”
The Englishman shrugged his shoulders. “That is my division,” he said calmly. “They must have gone down to Château-Thierry without me.”
The German gave his prisoner an ill-natured glance when this was translated. “What regiment?” he persisted.
“The fifth.”