Can you take me in ?' He caught my elbow in his eagerness and drew me towards the house.
'You can lie as snug here as if you were in a moss-hole.

I'll see that nobody blabs, either.

And you'll give me some more material about your adventures ?' As I entered the inn porch I heard from far off the beat of an engine.
There silhouetted against the dusky West was my friend, the monoplane.
He gave me a room at the back of the house, with a fine outlook over the plateau, and he made me free of his own study, which was stacked with cheap editions of his favourite authors.

I never saw the grandmother, so I guessed she was bedridden.

An old woman called Margit brought me my meals, and the innkeeper was around me at all hours.