“We can try,” said Elaine. “I don’t know another soul.” “Even if we do,” said Ammiral, “we’re advertising your presence all the way. The car’s got numbers and you don’t see a Packard coupé every day. Have you got your papers?” “I have none. The car is mine, but step-mother said I’d better not drive in France.” Ammiral frowned. “Can you tell me at all where you were when you put on your lights? I mean, from there on they wouldn’t see you.” The girl thought for a moment. Then— “I had them on,” she said, “when I came …
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