I ran into him coming out of the headquarters building at Tours. Esky was at my heels and Ben was beside me. When I saw him I was panic-stricken and wanted to turn and run—but I couldn’t do that because we were going out to the car and the General would be along any minute. He started to come toward me just as I realized that Esky’s presence might look very suspicious to him. I grabbed Ben’s arm and told him to chase along and get Esky into the car, and then I stepped back and waited. “How are you, Leon?” Jay-Jay greeted me, while his eyes made a quick survey of my person. I told him I was getting along all right and asked about his own progress. We managed to talk about this and that for several minutes. He asked me why I hadn’t answered his letter and I told him I lost it without copying the address. Said he hadn’t heard from my sister since he came over here and I said I hadn’t either, but that I thought she was still out West somewhere. “Wasn’t that her dog I just saw here with you?” he demanded suddenly. “Dog?” I asked dumbly. “When?” “Wasn’t that dog and the big fellow with you a moment ago?” he insisted. “Looked just like Leona’s Esky.” I managed to laugh. “Oh—that!” I said. “That’s my boss’s pup. The big fellow’s the chauffeur and I’m the General’s special clerk, so the pup sticks with us most of the time. He does look like Esky, at that.” “You didn’t care much for Esky, did you?” he inquired with a smile. “No—” I admitted. “He’s Leona’s and I don’t like dogs anyway.” Conversation went on then, with ups and downs of critical moments. Finally he told me about meeting Vyvy and that she had said I didn’t leave Wakeham until three o’clock on the Sunday before I sailed. “Oh—Vyvy,” I exclaimed. “She was so excited, you know. So glad to see me go. She forgot what day it was, I guess.... Anyway, you ought to know, for I’m damned sure I didn’t dream of seeing you at Camp that day.” “No—” he admitted. “You didn’t dream that. You did see me. I just wondered, though, when Vyvy insisted that you were in Wakeham that noon.” I laughed at him. “Don’t let that worry you,” I told him. “And you can report to my aunt that I’m doing very nicely—miles and miles from any danger!” We both laughed at that simple crack and he said something about “fighting the battle of Cognac Hill and the Siege of the S.O.S.” But the General appeared at that moment and I was only too glad to use the excuse to break away. Not, however, before he had informed me that he was going from Tours to Le Mans. Wasn’t that sweet fortune for you! He would probably go to Le Mans, bump into Leon, and the beans would be spilled for fair. If there were a million men in Le Mans that he could see without hurting me at all, the chances would still be a million to one he’d meet Leon. That’s the kind of a gink he was—could be depended upon to do whatever you least wanted him to do.