He dragged out his kit bag and fell into his golf clothes.
"Anybody who wants a perfectly good German uniform," he cried, "can have mine.

I left it in the first row of breakers.

It didn't fit me, anyway." The other two uniforms were hidden in the seat of the car.

The rifles and helmets, to lend color to the invasion, were dropped in the open road, and five minutes later three gentlemen in inconspicuous Harris tweeds, and with golf clubs protruding from every part of their car, turned into the shore road to Cromer.

What they saw brought swift terror to their guilty souls and the car to an abrupt halt.