Chapter Twenty-Three
Captain Réviron ran his hands through his hair. Denis noticed that the captain, for the first time since he knew him, had not applied brilliantine. The officer’s face was more exhausted than ever. “We have to abandon the compound, this time for good. All over the Argonne the Germans have launched a tremendous push forward. We’re sending every wounded and sick man to various hospitals in the region. Your protégé, the, er, Mole, will be send to the Rhône departmental asylum in Bron. The director there, one Dr Ferrand, specializes in the undoubtedly difficult task of mapping these ‘mental disorders’. All bogus to me, but who am I to contradict a learned gentleman?” The captain chuckled mirthlessly. “If the therapy doesn’t wake up your tunnel crawler, then maybe he’ll wak
