Then a light was flashed into his eyes and a bayonet was rattled at his feet.

There were a couple of soldiers in charge of his car.
"Hands up!" was the hoarse order.
Granet calmly flashed his own electric torch.

There were at least a dozen soldiers standing around, and a little company were hurrying down from the gates.

He switched off his light almost immediately.
"Is any one hurt ?" he asked.
There was a dead silence.

He felt his arms seized on either side.
"The captain's coming down the road," one of the men said.