It was true that I had aroused profound suspicion in the breasts of the Scottish police.

But that mattered nothing, for Cornelius Brand, the suspect, would presently disappear, and there was nothing against that rising soldier, Brigadier-General Richard Hannay, who would soon be on his way to France.

After all this piece of service had not been so very unpleasant.

I laughed when I remembered my grim forebodings in Gloucestershire.

Bullivant had said it would be damnably risky in the long run, but here was the end and I had never been in danger of anything worse than making a fool of myself.
I remember that, as I made my way through Bloomsbury, I was not thinking so much of my triumphant report to Blenkiron as of my speedy return to the Front.