“Où est le branch factory?”
“Il est in un suburb—Le Vallois-Perret. The address is 6163 Rue Corneille.”
“What tools are required?”
“Une roue-tirer et un offset clef à vis.”
Which means a wheel puller and an offset wrench.
“And can je aussi tires get there?”
“Ah, oui.”
It was noon, and my trusting driver and I returned to the studio on the Rue de la Paix. The pictures weren’t fini. They never are.
“Take me to Maxim’s,” says I, “and we’ll call it a half day.”
After lunch I walked back to the studio. The pictures were not fini, but would monsieur rester? Monsieur would. Monsieur rested till fourteen o’clock, got six photophies that had him looking more than ever like a German spy, and taxied back to the Rue François Premier. The préfet’s joint was closed.