"It's the only way, little woman."
He gave her no time to argue about it, but took her arm and hurried her to the garage. It was necessary to walk. Taxis were as if they had never been. They passed groups of soldiers who turned to look at Marjory. The eyes of many were hot with wine, and she was very glad that she was not alone.
At the door of the garage stood a soldier in uniform. As Monte attempted to pass, he was brought to a halt.
"It is not permitted to pass," explained the guard.
"But I want to get my car."
"I 'm afraid monsieur has no car."
"Eh?"
"They have all been taken for la patrie."
"You mean my machine has been confiscated?"
"Borrowed, perhaps. After the victory—" The guard shrugged his shoulders.