The War Office took it and began to look for him--to shoot him, the bomb-harbouring German! They soon discovered, of course, that he was one of our men and an officer in the United States Army.

Then I heard of it for the first time.

Here came a profuse letter of apology from the Government; they had not known the owner was one of my attaches.

Pardon, pardon--a thousand apologies.

But while this letter was being delivered to me one of the under-secretaries of the Government was asking one of our secretaries, "In Heaven's name, what's the Ambassador going to do about it?
We have no right to molest the property of one of your attaches, but this man's room is less than 100 yards from Westminster Abbey: it might blow up half of London.