XVI
THE TEA SHOP
Baker came to me directly after lunch. "Look here," he said, "I'm not satisfied."
"What's the matter now?"
"I want something respectable to eat. Let's go into Poperinghe and get a properly cooked tea."
"It's six miles," I objected, "and a confoundedly hot day."
"All the better for an omelette appetite."
I thought of the omelettes in the tea shop of Poperinghe, and I knew that I was lost. "Can't you get horses?" I asked.
"No luck. The transport has to shift to-day and there's nothing doing in that line. I asked just before lunch."