"I did," said Signals.
"Same here," said I. "Let us go out and look for that——"
"Officer in charge," said Signals.
"No," said I, "his car." I felt that we were justified, in the circumstances, in dividing it between us.
But there is no limit to these officers in charge of workshops. We had the greatest difficulty in finding his car at all, and, when we did, it had the appearance of being deliberately concealed. Worse still; when we found the car we found also a sentry standing over it, with rifle and fixed bayonet. Though we took this to be a direct insult to ourselves, we were too proud to go and expostulate with the officer himself about it.
Yours ever, Henry.
Unfortunate position of once popular Berlin naval battle artist, whose occupation has vanished through his having rashly sunk the entire British Fleet at an early stage of the war.