There he sat in the same room, at the same desk, looking precisely the same.
"I am sorry, Sir, that my mission has failed through circumstances beyond my control.

I can only add that I did my best," he said briefly.
"I know," answered the official; "it was no fault of yours if those black brutes tried to murder you.

Everything goes wrong in that cursed East Africa.

Now go home and get yourself fit again, my dear fellow," he went on very kindly, adding, "Your services will not be overlooked." "I have no home, and I shall never be fit again," replied Godfrey, and left the room.
"I forgot," thought the Under-Secretary.

"His wife was killed in a Zeppelin raid.