“I think I’ll just take a turn round,” said Colonel Childs.

He felt uneasy. Something in the silence of the village scared him. He went out into the roadway and walked toward Sir John French’s quarters. There was no challenge from a sentry. The British Expeditionary Force seemed to be sleeping. They needed sleep⁠—poor beggars!⁠—but the Germans did not let them take much.

Colonel Childs went into the Commander-in-Chief’s château and found a soldier in the front hall, licking out a jam-pot.

“Where’s the Commander-in-Chief?” asked the officer.

“Gone hours ago, sir,” said the soldier. “I was left behind for lack of transport. From what I hear the Germans ought to be here by now. I rather fancy I heard some shots pretty close awhile ago.”

Colonel Childs walked back to his own quarters quickly. He made no apology for interrupting the work of the adjutant-general.