At the station, the Germans were interrogating Maurice. He was hit several times in the face. He had a bruise on his right cheek, his chin, and blood was on his forehead.
German ngựa con, ngựa, pony 593: *Hits Maurice while holding him bởi the neck* Who did it?
Maurice: *Gets punched again, and has blood come out of his nose* I'm not sure, I can't remember. I was drunk!
German ngựa con, ngựa, pony 593: You're lying!! *Throws a bucket of water onto Maurice*
Maurice: *Coughing*
Colonel Von Waldheim: *Walks into the room* If bạn tell the truth, bạn live. Now, what does he look like?
Maurice: Colonel, I can't remember. *Stares at Von Waldheim* A big stallion, in a grey suit. A hat. I think.
Schmidt: *Arrives* Sir. Labiche never left the hotel.
Colonel Von Waldheim: *Looks at Maurice, and looks at the soldiers interrogating him* Let him go.
They left, and Maurice sighed, relieved that they were no longer torturing him.
At 6:45, it was starting to get dark. Labiche left his room, dressed in his railroad uniform.
Labiche: *Walking down the stairs, and stops at the front desk*
Christine: *At the desk, drinking a cup of coffee*
Labiche: *Signs out, and gets ready to leave*
Christine: Do bạn want some coffee?
Labiche: *Looks at her*
Christine: It goes with the room. No extra charge.
Labiche: What's your name?
German ngựa con, ngựa, pony 19: *Arrives with another German pony* Labiche, the Colonel is waiting.
Christine: *Watching Labiche leave* Christine.
Both Labiche, and the German ngựa con, ngựa, pony looked at her. None of them replied as they left the hotel.
Didont: *Shoveling coal into the firebox*
Labiche: *Climbs into the cab*
Didont: *Looks at Labiche* Did bạn talk to him?
Labiche: Maurice, is the track clear up ahead?
Maurice: *Wearing a band-aid on his forehead where he was bleeding* All the way to Germaneigh.
Labiche: *Starts opening the regulator*
Colonel Von Waldheim: Did bạn sleep well Labiche?!
Labiche: *Looks at the Colonel, and four other German ponies* Like a baby Colonel. *Closes the regulator. He decides not to leave until the Colonel tells him to*
Colonel Von Waldheim: I trust this time the bearings are well oiled.
Labiche: Why don't bạn check them yourself?
Colonel Von Waldheim: Sargent.
German ngựa con, ngựa, pony 49: *Walks into the engine*
Colonel Von Waldheim: Sargent Swatz will arrive with you. The last town before entering Germaneigh will be Saint-Avold. bạn will stop there so Captain Schmidt will báo cáo to me bởi telephone. A pleasant trip Captain.
Schmidt: *Salutes Von Waldheim*
Colonel Von Waldheim: Is that clear?
Labiche: I will stop at Saint-Avold.
Colonel Von Waldheim: Have bạn ever been to Germaneigh Labiche?
Labiche: No Colonel.
Colonel Von Waldheim: bạn should find the experience interesting. A chance to broaden your horizon. Alright station master. *Walks away*
Maurice: *Grabs his whistle, and blows in it*
Labiche: *Opens the regulator, and drives the train. He blows the whistle upon departure*
Didont: *Next to the German pony* Just keep out of my way.
They were on their way to Germaneigh. Or, were they? Your answer will be in the tiếp theo part of this story đã đăng tomorrow.
German ngựa con, ngựa, pony 593: *Hits Maurice while holding him bởi the neck* Who did it?
Maurice: *Gets punched again, and has blood come out of his nose* I'm not sure, I can't remember. I was drunk!
German ngựa con, ngựa, pony 593: You're lying!! *Throws a bucket of water onto Maurice*
Maurice: *Coughing*
Colonel Von Waldheim: *Walks into the room* If bạn tell the truth, bạn live. Now, what does he look like?
Maurice: Colonel, I can't remember. *Stares at Von Waldheim* A big stallion, in a grey suit. A hat. I think.
Schmidt: *Arrives* Sir. Labiche never left the hotel.
Colonel Von Waldheim: *Looks at Maurice, and looks at the soldiers interrogating him* Let him go.
They left, and Maurice sighed, relieved that they were no longer torturing him.
At 6:45, it was starting to get dark. Labiche left his room, dressed in his railroad uniform.
Labiche: *Walking down the stairs, and stops at the front desk*
Christine: *At the desk, drinking a cup of coffee*
Labiche: *Signs out, and gets ready to leave*
Christine: Do bạn want some coffee?
Labiche: *Looks at her*
Christine: It goes with the room. No extra charge.
Labiche: What's your name?
German ngựa con, ngựa, pony 19: *Arrives with another German pony* Labiche, the Colonel is waiting.
Christine: *Watching Labiche leave* Christine.
Both Labiche, and the German ngựa con, ngựa, pony looked at her. None of them replied as they left the hotel.
Didont: *Shoveling coal into the firebox*
Labiche: *Climbs into the cab*
Didont: *Looks at Labiche* Did bạn talk to him?
Labiche: Maurice, is the track clear up ahead?
Maurice: *Wearing a band-aid on his forehead where he was bleeding* All the way to Germaneigh.
Labiche: *Starts opening the regulator*
Colonel Von Waldheim: Did bạn sleep well Labiche?!
Labiche: *Looks at the Colonel, and four other German ponies* Like a baby Colonel. *Closes the regulator. He decides not to leave until the Colonel tells him to*
Colonel Von Waldheim: I trust this time the bearings are well oiled.
Labiche: Why don't bạn check them yourself?
Colonel Von Waldheim: Sargent.
German ngựa con, ngựa, pony 49: *Walks into the engine*
Colonel Von Waldheim: Sargent Swatz will arrive with you. The last town before entering Germaneigh will be Saint-Avold. bạn will stop there so Captain Schmidt will báo cáo to me bởi telephone. A pleasant trip Captain.
Schmidt: *Salutes Von Waldheim*
Colonel Von Waldheim: Is that clear?
Labiche: I will stop at Saint-Avold.
Colonel Von Waldheim: Have bạn ever been to Germaneigh Labiche?
Labiche: No Colonel.
Colonel Von Waldheim: bạn should find the experience interesting. A chance to broaden your horizon. Alright station master. *Walks away*
Maurice: *Grabs his whistle, and blows in it*
Labiche: *Opens the regulator, and drives the train. He blows the whistle upon departure*
Didont: *Next to the German pony* Just keep out of my way.
They were on their way to Germaneigh. Or, were they? Your answer will be in the tiếp theo part of this story đã đăng tomorrow.