Don Luis rose and handed the officer a white-paper packet:
“Here’s a few sandwiches for you, captain,” he said. “We’ve an arduous night before us. I’m very sorry that you didn’t get a sleep, as I did. Let’s be off, and this time I shall drive. We’ll knock some pace out of her! Come and sit beside me, captain.”
They both stepped into the car; the chauffeur took his seat behind them. But they had hardly started when Patrice exclaimed:
“Hi! What are you up to? Not this way! We’re going back to Mantes or Paris!”
“That’s what I mean to do,” said Luis, with a chuckle.
“Well, of course!”
“Oh, look here, this is a bit too thick! Didn’t I tell you that the two bargees . . . ?”
“Those bargees of yours are humbugs.”
“They declared that the cargo . . .”