"Ah, yes, I have heard that foundry mentioned, it is true.... It seems to be quite near!"
Fandor shook his head.
"It seems to be—but, by the road, it is a good eleven kilometres away."
"As much as that? As the crow flies it is close to."
"Yes. It seems so."
The chauffeur insisted:
"But, how far do you think it is, Corporal, from here to it, in a straight line?... They ought to teach you to measure distances in your regiment!"
Fandor was no longer in doubt: this man was the spy he was out to meet! Fandor once again recalled Vinson's words: "When one has to do with a fresh spy chief, it is a certain thing that he will make you pass a little kind of examination ... will put you through a regular cross-examination to ascertain your capacities—what you are made of!"
Corporal Fandor-Vinson replied instantly:
"As the crow flies, I calculate it is not more than four kilometres. The road winds a great deal."