“What is your purpose in going to London?” asked the French official.
“To join my children.”
To the French official it seemed a good answer. As much as to say: “Take the witness,” he bowed to his English colleagues.
“If your children are in London,” demanded one, “what are you doing in France?”
“I have been at Amiens, nursing my husband.”
“Amiens is inside our lines. Who gave you permission to remain inside our lines?”
The woman fumbled with some papers.
“I have a letter,” she stammered.
The officer scowled at the letter. Out of the corner of his mouth he said: “Permit from the ‘W. O.’ Husband, Captain in the Berkshires. Wounded at La Bassée.”