Your own great country, as it grows and expands, becomes, of necessity, more in touch with our methods.

Did I understand that you have a letter for me, Mr.Coulson ?" Mr.Coulson produced it.
"Friend of mine you may have heard of," he said, "asked me to leave this with you.

I am catching the Princess Cecilia from Southampton tomorrow.
I thought, perhaps, if I waited an hour or so, I might take the answer back with me." "It is getting late, Mr.Coulson," Sir Edward reminded him, glancing at the clock.
Mr.Coulson smiled.
"I think, Sir Edward," he said, "that in your line of business time counts for little." Sir Edward motioned his visitor to a chair and touched the bell.
"I shall require the A3X cipher, Sidney," he said to his secretary.
Mr.Coulson looked up.
"Why," he said, "I don't think you'll need that.

The letter you've got in your hand is just a personal one, and what my friend has to say to you is written out there in black and white." Sir Edward withdrew the enclosure from its envelope and raised his eyebrows.
"Isn't this a trifle indiscreet ?" he asked.
"Why, I should say not," Mr.Coulson answered.

"My friend--Mr.Jones we'll call him--knew me and, I presume, knew what he was about.