Lend me the oldest tweed suit you've got.
Anything will do, so long as the colour is the opposite of the clothes I destroyed this afternoon.

Then show me a map of the neighbourhood and explain to me the lie of the land.

Lastly, if the police come seeking me, just show them the car in the glen.

If the other lot turn up, tell them I caught the south express after your meeting.' He did, or promised to do, all these things.

I shaved off the remnants of my moustache, and got inside an ancient suit of what I believe is called heather mixture.