Leaving the corporal with instructions on where and when to meet them, Fitzhugh and Andrews left the trenches, commandeered a staff car, and began the long drive to the French HQ situated between the German army and Paris.
Using Andrews as his interpreter—who was as adept at speaking French as he was at finding candles—Fitzhugh asked to see the head of the Gendarmerie Nationale, the French equivalent of the military police. Forty minutes later, and with a frustrated Andrews ready to deck every Frenchman in the room, a French officer who spoke English walked past and calmed everyone down.
The Englishmen were escorted to the Provost Gendarmerie office, the service that dealt with overseas military policing. Here another hour went by before the large wooden door finally swung open and a lit
