Then he sighed, and picked up a pen.

"Good-morning," he said.
Peter, in the street, contemplated many things, including suicide.

If Colonel Chichester had been in Rouen he would have gone there; as it was, he did not dare to face that unknown any more than this other.

In the end he set out slowly for H.Q., was saluted by the sentry under the flag, climbed up to a corridor with many strangely labelled doors, and finally entered the right one, to find himself in a big room in which half a dozen men in uniform were engaged at as many desks with orderlies moving between them.

A kind of counter barred his farther passage.