And Suzanne, in her turn:
"Papa?"
"Alive also.... They have both been carried off by the German police, near the frontier."
"What? Prisoners?"
"Yes."
"They haven't hurt them?"
The three women all stood round him and pressed him with questions. He replied, laughing:
"A little calmness, first.... I confess I feel rather dazed.... This makes two exciting nights.... Also, I am simply starving."
His shoes and clothes were grey with dust. There was blood on one of his shirt-cuffs.
"You are wounded!" cried Marthe.