Gaspard removed the wine from his whiskers with Jacques' paper and leant over him.
"This must be wiped out in blood," he said slowly. "Name your weapons."
"Submarines," said Jacques after a moment's thought.
A.A.M.
THE SWANS OF YPRES.
Ypres was once a weaving town,
Where merchants jostled up and down
And merry shuttles used to ply;
On the looms the fleeces were