'The celebrated British airman, Pinner,' in the words of the German communique, was made prisoner.
I had no letter from him till the beginning of the New Year, when I was preparing to return to France.

It was a very contented letter.

He seemed to have been fairly well treated, though he had always a low standard of what he expected from the world in the way of comfort.

I inferred that his captors had not identified in the brilliant airman the Dutch miscreant who a year before had broken out of a German jail.
He had discovered the pleasures of reading and had perfected himself in an art which he had once practised indifferently.

Somehow or other he had got a _Pilgrim's Progress_, from which he seemed to extract enormous pleasure.