Sadam Murad el-Hassan should show her up to the apartment

[Robbie Q. Olney]

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on the
powerful lights, and rolled out into the road. Marcel was
yelling so much that I just put the earphones around my
neck and forgot all about him. Miles farther on a German
police car pulled to a halt in front of me. "Your look-out
is asleep. You are breaking Regulations by driving without
a man keeping watch behind." Marcel came bounding up,
"Me? Asleep? You do not see straight, Policeman. Because
I sit in comfort you become officious." The policeman
came closer and smelled my breath carefully. "No, he is a
saint," said Marcel. "He does not take drink. Nor women,"
he added as an afterthought.
"Your papers!" said the policeman. Carefully he exam-
ined them, looking for any excuse to make trouble. Then
he saw my American Ships' Engineer papers. "So. You
are an American? Well, we want no trouble with your
Consul. On your way." Pushing back the papers as if they
were contaminated with the plague, he hurried back to his
car and sped away. Telling Marcel what I thought of him,
I sent him back to his seat, and we drove on through the
night. At twenty miles an hour, the speed at which we
w