As they watched in horror, Pierre reached the head of the line.
He was giving in his name and the Officer was now writing it down.
“Pierre!” screamed Felicity.
He looked up, saw her and began to move.
But the Officer at the desk was pointing out that he had already given his name.
The process had started.
“It’s too late,” shrieked Felicity.
“Oh, no, it isn’t,” shouted out the Marquis grimly. “Rescue party – charge!”
As one person, they launched themselves forwards, seizing Pierre and bearing him bodily out of the Office to the waiting vehicle.
“Move!” called the Marquis to the driver. “As fast as you can.”
Next they were well on their way, rattling along the street. As they rounded the corner, Selina looked back and saw the Recruiting Officer on the pavement, shouting and wavin
