"Gladly—in a moment. But I must first go across the square and see a Gendarme."
"Your car is built for speed," put in Mrs. Bracher.
"One hundred and twenty kilometres, the hour," answered the new-comer. "Let me see, in your language that will be seventy miles an hour. Swift, is it not?"
"Why the double tires?" she asked.
"You have a quick eye," he answered. "I like always the extra tires, you never know in war where the break-down will come. It is well to be ready."
He flashed a smile at her, saluted the Doctor and left the café.
"What a man!" exclaimed Dr. McDonnell.
"That's what I say," agreed Mrs. Bracher. "What a man!"
"Look at him," continued the Doctor.
"I did, hard," answered Mrs. Bracher.