I had been hoping for the command of the battalion, and looking forward to being in at the finish with Brother Boche.

But this message jerked my thoughts on to a new road.

There might be other things in the war than straightforward fighting.

Why on earth should the Foreign Office want to see an obscure Major of the New Army, and want to see him in double-quick time?
'I'm going up to town by the ten train,' I announced; 'I'll be back in time for dinner.' 'Try my tailor,' said Sandy.

'He's got a very nice taste in red tabs.
You can use my name.' An idea struck me.