Happily I had the common sense to remember my job and my duty and to stick to it.
Peter was in the middle of the convoy, and I found him pretty unhappy, principally through not being allowed to smoke.

His companion was an ox-eyed lad, whom I ordered to the look-out while Peter and I went over the lists.
'Cornelis, my old friend,' he said, 'there are some pretty toys here.
With a spanner and a couple of clear hours I could make these maxims about as deadly as bicycles.

What do you say to a try ?' 'I've considered that,' I said, 'but it won't do.

We're on a bigger business than wrecking munition convoys.

I want to know how you got here.' He smiled with that extraordinary Sunday-school docility of his.
'It was very simple, Cornelis.