This puzzled me for a bit; then I had an inspiration, on which I went to bed and slept for two troubled hours.
I got up at four and opened my bedroom shutters.

The faint light of a fine summer morning was flooding the skies, and the sparrows had begun to chatter.

I had a great revulsion of feeling, and felt a God-forgotten fool.

My inclination was to let things slide, and trust to the British police taking a reasonable view of my case.

But as I reviewed the situation I could find no arguments to bring against my decision of the previous night, so with a wry mouth I resolved to go on with my plan.