I slowly untied the string that bound the package, in which I found a framed photograph of the German Crown Prince and in the corner he had likewise written in French:
"To my loyal and chivalrous adversary! William, Crown Prince of Germany."
I was absolutely nonplused and I dismissed the boche lieutenant, whom I was on the verge of cursing.
"And the portrait?" I asked General Coutanceau——
"I forwarded it by the usual military channels. General Sarrail did not fail to notice the outcome, but I never knew what became of the picture——"
Turning toward me with his rare smile:
"You will agree that this story is a veritable romance!"
RECOMPENSE, BEFORE ORNES.
October, 1915.
All night we have worked in No Man's Land.