CHAPTER NINE.
I Take the Wings of a Dove 'Drive me somewhere to breakfast, Archie,' I said, 'for I'm perishing hungry.' He and I got into the tonneau, and the driver swung us out of the station road up a long incline of hill.

Sir Archie had been one of my subalterns in the old Lennox Highlanders, and had left us before the Somme to join the Flying Corps.

I had heard that he had got his wings and had done well before Arras, and was now training pilots at home.

He had been a light-hearted youth, who had endured a good deal of rough-tonguing from me for his sins of omission.

But it was the casual class of lad I was looking for now.
I saw him steal amused glances at my appearance.
'Been seein' a bit of life, sir ?' he inquired respectfully.
'I'm being hunted by the police,' I said.
'Dirty dogs! But don't worry, sir; we'll get you off all right.