Nevertheless, it's your duty, as a law-abiding citizen.

Perhaps in a month's time you'll be sorry, but you have no cause to think of that.' He was looking at me with bright steady eyes.

'What was your job in Rhodesia, Mr Hannay ?' he asked.
'Mining engineer,' I said.

'I've made my pile cleanly and I've had a good time in the making of it.' 'Not a profession that weakens the nerves, is it ?' I laughed.

'Oh, as to that, my nerves are good enough.' I took down a hunting-knife from a stand on the wall, and did the old Mashona trick of tossing it and catching it in my lips.