"Our tires have come to grief twice already this morning!"
The chauffeur was busied with his car fiddling with the machinery. He shot a question at Fandor:
"Are we far from Verdun?"
"Five or six kilometres."
"No more?"
"About that, Monsieur."
The chauffeur stood upright.
"It is Verdun, then, we can see over there?"
"What do you mean?" queried Fandor.
"That belfry in the mist."