The exhilaration which I had won in the air and which had carried me into the tomfoolery of the past half-hour was ebbing.

I had the hunted feeling once more, and grew middle-aged and cautious.

I had a baddish record for the day, what with getting Archie into a scrape and busting up an official cinema show--neither consistent with the duties of a brigadier-general.

Besides, I had still to get to London.
I had not gone two hundred yards down the road when a boy scout, pedalling furiously, came up abreast me.
'Colonel Edgeworth wants to see you,' he panted.

'You're to come back at once.' 'Tell him I can't wait now,' I said.