"Where are you going?"
He smiled:
"Will you come with me? There is a mass at nine o'clock, just near by."
HIGH STRATEGY
I was going out into the yard, with my three or four papers spread out in my hand, when I heard myself called. I stopped. It was Captain Ribet.
"Newspapers are prohibited!" he said.
I was standing at attention. I gazed at him. Was he joking? In peace time, I knew they were not allowed. But to-day! Was it a pet fad of his? Or else were there special instructions?