I've taken on the job.

Will you help ?' Sandy was studying the ceiling.
'I should add that it's about as safe as playing chuck-farthing at the Loos Cross-roads, the day you and I went in.

And if we fail nobody can help us.' 'Oh, of course, of course,' said Sandy in an abstracted voice.
Mr Blenkiron, having finished his after-dinner recumbency, had sat up and pulled a small table towards him.

From his pocket he had taken a pack of Patience cards and had begun to play the game called the Double Napoleon.

He seemed to be oblivious of the conversation.
Suddenly I had a feeling that the whole affair was stark lunacy.