“A little. But I would prefer to speak English,” answered Stewart.
“We will speak German. What is your nationality?”
“I am an American.”
“Were you born in America?”
“Yes.”
“Have you a passport?”
“Yes.”
“Let me see it.”
Stewart was about to reach into his pocket and produce it, when he remembered his companion’s suggestion. So he felt in one pocket after another without result, while the Germans shifted impatiently from foot to foot.
“It must be in my other coat,” he said, half to himself, enjoying the situation immensely. “But no; I do not remember changing it. Ah, here it is!” and he drew it forth and handed it to the officer.