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Even General Headquarters was flurried at times, far in
advance of this procession backward. One night Sir Neville Macready,
with the judge advocate and an officer named Colonel Childs (a hot-
headed fellow!), took up their quarters in a French chateau somewhere,
I think, in the neighborhood of Creil. The Commander-in-Chief was in
another chateau some distance away. Other branches of G. H. Q. were
billeted in private houses, widely scattered about a straggling
village.
Colonel Childs was writing opposite the adjutant-general, who was
working silently. Presently Childs looked up, listened, and said:
"It's rather quiet, sir, outside."
"So much the better," growled General Macready. "Get on with your
job."
A quarter of an hour passed. No rumble of traffic passed by the
windows. No gun-wagons were jolting over French pave.
Colonel Childs looked up again and listened.
"It's damned quiet outside, sir."
"Well, don't go making a noise," said the general, "Can't you see I'm
busy?"
"I think I'll just take a turn round," said Colonel Childs.


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