“This car belongs to an American army officer?”
“Ah, oui.”
“What does he intend to do with the car?”
The temptation was strong to say he intended using it to tour the trenches. But it was no time to trifle.
“He expects to ride round the camp in it, sir. He is in one of the high commands and has to do a lot of inspecting.”
“Do you know the traffic laws of Paris?”
“Ah, oui.”
He didn’t ask me what they were. But I could have told him. Any part of the street you like, with a minimum speed limit of forty miles on the straightaway and sixty-five miles round the corners.
“You are going to take the car right out of Paris?”
“Ah, oui.”