"My name is Granet." The Frenchman ushered him in.

The door was closed and carefully locked.
Then Monsieur Guillot swung around and looked at his visitor with some curiosity.

Granet was still wearing his uniform.
"France must live," Granet murmured.
The Frenchman at once extended his hand.
"My friend," he confessed, "for a moment I was surprised.

It did not occur to me to see you in this guise." Granet smiled.
"I have been out at the Front," he explained, "and am home wounded." "But an English officer ?" Monsieur Guillot remarked dubiously.

"I do not quite understand, then.