The innkeeper understood, and the beer was good.
The driver, who had been of course ludicrously over-paid, settled down in his corner, and announced his intention of seeing through to the end this most extraordinary and Heaven-directed occurrence.

The innkeeper and his wife busied themselves with the breakfast, and Guy made remarks every now and then from his phrase book, which were usually incomprehensible, except when they concerned a further supply of beer.
With a brave acceptance of the courtesies of the country he had accepted a cigar from the driver, and was already contemplating the awful moment when he would have to light it.

Just then an interruption came.
It was something very official, but whether military or of the police Guy could not tell.

It strode into the room with clanking of spurs, and the driver and innkeeper alike stood up in respect.

It saluted Guy.