“No doubt,” replied the officer. “But I believe you will be here a long while.”

Mr. Kiley tried to look calm.

“Bone,” he said in perfectly good French.

“For the present,” said the officer, “you must not leave the hotel. Later on we’ll talk things over.”

In the café on Sunday night Mr. Kiley met an American and told him his troubles. The American had a car of his own in Le Havre and plenty of gasoline. He would be glad to give Mr. Kiley enough to start him on his way.

“But I can’t go,” said Mr. Kiley, “till I’ve fixed it with the police. I’ll have to look for them.”