Then I described my meeting with Sir Harry, and the speeches at the hall.

At that he laughed uproariously.
'Harry talked dashed nonsense, did he?
I quite believe it.

He's as good a chap as ever breathed, but his idiot of an uncle has stuffed his head with maggots.

Go on, Mr Hannay.' My day as roadman excited him a bit.

He made me describe the two fellows in the car very closely, and seemed to be raking back in his memory.