Colonel Broadbury ushered me into a hall where a small fire of peats was burning, and on a couch beside it lay a slim, pale-faced young man.

He had dropped his policeman's manner, and behaved like a gentleman.

'Ted,' he said, 'I've brought a friend home for the night.

I went out to look for a suspect and found a British officer.

This is Captain Blaikie, of the Scots Fusiliers.' The boy looked at me pleasantly.