7
I Become an International Problem
We sorted ourselves out on the mat, and by that time the car had crossed the court and disappeared into the street. Two huissiers came forward and the ruffled old gentleman with whom I had collided was pacified with a clothes brush, while I knelt on the floor in search of his papers. Presently, still grumbling, and grasping his dispatch case tightly under the arm, he went up the steps, approached the concierge and thereafter disappeared from view, leaving his accompanying secretaries to dust themselves and recover their equanimity at leisure.
Meanwhile two chauffeurs had appeared mysteriously from some hidden office in the basement and were offering professional comments on the car which had so narrowly failed to run me down. One considered the driver
