"To where?" he repeated.
And, as I remained strangled in my muteness:
"To Wadi Tarhit, do you mean?"
It was on the east bank of Wadi Tarhit, a hundred and twenty
kilometers from Timissao, at 25.5 degrees north latitude, according to
the official report, that Captain Morhange was buried.
"André," I cried stupidly, "I swear to you--"
"What do you swear to me?"
"That I never meant--"
"To speak of Wadi Tarhit? Why? Why should you not speak to me of Wadi
Tarhit?"
In answer to my supplicating silence, he merely shrugged his
shoulders.
"Idiot," was all he said.
And he left me before I could think of even one word to say.
So much humility on my part had, however, not disarmed him. I had the
proof of it the next day, and the way he showed his humor was even
marked by an exhibition of wretchedly poor taste.