We can't give the thing back to him!" They had taken it to the Duck Pond, wherever that is.

About that time the Lieutenant came back.

His pet bomb gone--what was I going to do about it?
The fellow actually wanted to bring it to his office in the Embassy! "Look here, Lieutenant, besides the possibility of blow-up this building and killing every mother's son of us, consider the scandal of the American Embassy in London blown up by a German bomb.

That would go down in the school histories of the United States.

Don't you see ?" No, he didn't see instantly--he does so love a bomb! I had to threaten to disown him and let him be shot before he was content to go and tell them to unload it--he _would_ have it, unloaded, if not loaded.
Well, I had to write half a dozen letters before the thing was done for.
He thinks me a chicken-livered old coward and I know much more about him than I knew before; and we are at peace.