We told them we were waiting for two boys who had gone to stable a flivver and that our pass was with them. That didn’t seem to please the M. P.’s. (They are always hard to please.) They wanted to know just what our business in Luxembourg was and just what kind of a pass we had. We told them we were in Luxembourg for pleasure only, and that our pass was a red auto pass signed by Major Mallet and countersigned by our Lieutenant. That answer didn’t make the M. P.’s feel any more friendly. Instead they told us in no polite terms to come with them. We went! [Illustration: HALT! WHO GOES THERE? A RABBIT! LETS SEE YOU CATCH ME!! GET SOME SALT MR. SENTINEL KH DAY 17] The three of us were marched to the city hall where our names, number, and A. E. F. address was taken, everything but finger prints. The room where this third degree took place was no doubt the club room of the Luxembourg police, as three or four of them were scattered about the scenery. (Their uniform is good enough for any general, if brass buttons count.) After getting our pedigree, an M. P. picked up a very businesslike looking key and invited us to come with him. We went. We were taken to a six by four cell which was already inhabited by two other law breakers. Just about this time we woke up to the fact that we were arrested and questions came thick and fast. The questions didn’t get us anywhere, so we asked to see an A. P. M. officer. There wasn’t any but at twelve o’clock we could see the sergeant of the guard in another jail. Good night! One hundred and fifty kilometers—to be pinched! [Illustration: DO’NT I WISH I WERE BACK IN FRANCE! I BET THEM FRENCH GIRLS HAVE NOTHING ON ME. HERE COMES A SOLDIER. I MUST GET ANOTHER LIBERTY BOND TODAY. I JUST KNOW THE TRNCHES ARE FULL OF WATER. MUST SEND THOSE SMOKES ACROSS RIGHT AWAY. I SHALL WRITE JOHN IN REGARD TO LIGHT WINES AND BEER. WHEN WILL IT END? I MUST GET A LETTER OFF TO FRANCE TO-DAY. I HOPE PAPA GETS THE SOCKS I MADE. WISH I WAS A SOLDIER. WHAT ARE THEY THINKING ABOUT IN THE STATES?] All the time we were wondering what had become of the other two. In about an hour we heard the door out front open and then heard voices in the club room. It was they! The pass was no good, to be good it needed only a General’s scrawl. The gate opened and in they came. At twelve o’clock we were pulled out and lined up with the rest of that night’s haul. About twenty of us, I should say. We were then marched to the other side of the river to the railroad station. Through the waiting room and upstairs we were taken. A very heavy door was opened and we were pushed into a room. In this room were gathered the round-up from all the smaller jails. There were about fifty of us, and the room was overflowing. No chairs, bunks or pictures, just a dirty floor and a blank wall. The gathering was a rummage sale. [Illustration: [Taking a photograph]]