I'm home on three weeks' leave, to get a little peace after Hooge.

We were only hauled out five days ago.' I hoped my old friend in the shell-shock hospital at Isham would pardon my borrowing his identity.
The man looked puzzled.

'How the devil am I to be satisfied about that?
Have you any papers to prove it ?' 'Why, no.

I don't carry passports about with me on a walking tour.

But you can wire to the depot, or to my London address.' He pulled at his yellow moustache.