Desmond jumped out and helped his companion to
alight.
"Au revoir." she said to him, "never fear, you and I will meet
very soon again!"
With that she was gone. Desmond looked at his watch. It pointed
to a quarter to six.
"Now I wonder what time the leave-train starts tonight," he said
aloud, one foot on the sideboard of the taxi.
"At 7.45, sir," said a voice.
"Desmond glanced round him. Then he saw it was the taxi-driver
who had spoken.
"7.45, eh?" said Desmond. "From Victoria, I suppose?"
"Yes, sir," said the taxi-man.
By Jove, I haven't much time," ejaculated the officer "and there
are some things I want to get before I go back across the
Channel. And I shall have to see the Railway Transport Officer
about my pass."
"That's all right, sir," said the taxi-man, "I have your papers
here"; he handed Desmond a couple of slips of paper which he took
from his coat-pocket; "those will take yon back to France all
right, I think you'll find!"
Desmond looked at the papers: they were quite in order and
correctly filled up with his name, rank and regiment, and date.
The taxi-man cut short any further question by saying:
"If you'll get into the cab again, sir, I'll drive you where you
want to go, and then wait while you have your dinner and take you
to the station.
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