The Jews get the blame for the attempt, and sooner or later the massacre begins anyhow.

What we've got to do is bag every last mother's son of them, and suppress the whole story--return the TNT to store, and swear it was never missing." "The Administrator has his nerve," I said.
"You'll need yours, too, before this game's played," Grim answered.

"D'you see now why I picked on you for an accomplice ?" "I do not." "You're the one man in Jerusalem whom nobody will suspect, or be on the look-out for.

The men we're up against are the shrewdest rats in Palestine.

They've got a list of British officers, my name included, of course.