One doesn't talk of such little adventures as you and I experienced last night." "By the bye, what does one do about them ?" Julian enquired.

"I feel a little dazed about it all, even now living in an unreal atmosphere and that sort of thing, you know.

It seems to me that we ought to have out the bloodhounds and search for an engaging youth and a particularly disagreeable bully of a man, both dressed in brown oilskins and--" "Oh, chuck it!" Furley intervened.

"The intelligence department in charge of this bit of coast doesn't do things like that.

What you want to remember, Julian, is to keep your mouth shut.