Cerbere ...

Barcelona ...

Madrid." Here was one of the post-roads by which Germany reached the outer world.
Others there were beyond doubt.

Sweden and Rotterdam, Mexico and South America--but here was one, and to-morrow, nay, to-day, the communication would be cut, and Germany so much the poorer.
The train steamed into Cerbere at one o'clock of the afternoon.
"Every one must descend here, monsieur, for the examination of luggage and passports," said the attendant.
"But I am leaving France!" cried Hillyard.

"I go on into Spain.