We filed into the dining room in time to see him carefully place the soup upon the table.
"DETAINED" BY THE COLONEL
We had just passed a sentry on the outskirts of a village. He had brought his rifle to an imposing salute as he read the name upon our military credentials. One of my companions, smiling fatuously, remarked:
"Well, fellows, this is a real pass. It gets us anywhere."
At that very instant the Colonel leaped on the running board of our automobile.
He too was smiling, but not fatuously. Although he was French he was sufficiently an Anglophile to affect a monocle, and this gave a chilling, glassy effect to his smile.
"Your pass!" he said, stretching out his hand, at the same time signaling the chauffeur to stop. The pass was given him, one of us explaining that we had just shown it to a sentry, who had permitted us to enter the town.