"They fired at us," said Aurora. "We must be getting near the frontier. We must be a little more careful now."
I looked at the compass. We were going due west. The speedometer registered 70. For the first time I had a real shock.
Aurora saw it and smiled.
"We were going 90 between Wetzlar and Wiesbaden," was all she said.
Soon another red glow appeared in the west.
"Thionville," said Aurora. "It must be crammed with troops."
To my great surprise I observed that she made no attempt to avoid this town, as she had avoided the others. Our lamps were now lit and we were making straight for the fortress, whose walls mounted higher and higher into the sky.
The car slowed down. We passed houses, suburbs. Then came an imperious, "Who goes there!" We stopped.
A dozen soldiers surrounded us. All of them were wearing the grey-green uniform and covered helmet.
"Your papers," said the rough voice of a non-commissioned officer.