“Yes?”
“I came to tell you. I was out in the town and I heard them talking in a café.”
“I see.”
He stood there, his coat wet, holding his wet hat and said nothing.
“Why are they going to arrest me?”
“For something about the war.”
“Do you know what?”
“No. But I know that they know you were here before as an officer and now you are here out of uniform. After this retreat they arrest everybody.”
I thought a minute.
“What time do they come to arrest me?”