It turned out that the enthusiast spoke that language, and I suggested he did not need so many guns and that he could find my papers in my inside pocket.
With four automatics rubbing against my ribs, I would not have lowered my arms for all the papers in the Bank of England.

They took me to a cafe, where their colonel had just finished lunch and was in a most genial humor.

First he gave the enthusiast a drink as a reward for arresting me, and then, impartially, gave me one for being arrested.

He wrote on my passport that I could go to Enghien, which was two miles distant.

That pass enabled me to proceed unmolested for nearly two hundred yards.