It only shows what a man can do with the slenderest evidence if he keeps chewing and chewing on it ...
Two mornings later we lay alongside the quays at Belgrade, and I took the opportunity of stretching my legs.

Peter had come ashore for a smoke, and we wandered among the battered riverside streets, and looked at the broken arches of the great railway bridge which the Germans were working at like beavers.

There was a big temporary pontoon affair to take the railway across, but I calculated that the main bridge would be ready inside a month.

It was a clear, cold, blue day, and as one looked south one saw ridge after ridge of snowy hills.

The upper streets of the city were still fairly whole, and there were shops open where food could be got.