"Your curé?" echoed the good fellow, staring.
"Yes, my curé. Or his corporal!... Where are they?... Where, I say?"
"Where are they?" gaped the hotel-keeper.
The entire hotel staff was grouped in the background, laughing.
"It's my car! I can't find it!... Do you know where it is?"
"Your car!" exclaimed the hotel-keeper. "But the corporal went off two hours ago and more! He was going for a 'trial spin,' was what he told me!"
"Was the curé with him?"
"No. The curé left just after him, saying he was going to send off a telegram. Was it not true?"
The chauffeur sank on a chair.
"Here's a low-down trick!... Those dirty thieves have cut off with my car! Let me catch them! I'll give them beans and a bit!"