And then, while my mouth was watering in anticipation, there was a click and the door stood open.
I emerged into the sunlight to find the master of the house sitting in a deep armchair in the room he called his study, and regarding me with curious eyes.
'Have they gone ?' I asked.
'They have gone.

I convinced them that you had crossed the hill.

I do not choose that the police should come between me and one whom I am delighted to honour.

This is a lucky morning for you, Mr Richard Hannay.' As he spoke his eyelids seemed to tremble and to fall a little over his keen grey eyes.

In a flash the phrase of Scudder's came back to me, when he had described the man he most dreaded in the world.