The Place of Honeymoons

The young man reread the telegram which one of the two men had given him a

moment since. It was a command which even he, wilful and disobedient as he

was, dared not ignore. He ripped it into shreds and flung them out of the

window. He did not apologize to the man into whose face the pieces flew.

That gentleman reddened perceptibly, but he held his tongue. The blare of

a horn announced the time of departure. The train moved. The two men on

the platform saluted, but the young man ignored the salutation. Not until

the rear car disappeared in the hazy distance did the watchers stir. Then

they left the station and got into the tonneau of a touring-car, which

shot away and did not stop until it drew up before that imposing embassy

upon which the French will always look with more or less suspicion.