I described, too, most precisely the cache where it had been arranged that the messages should be placed.

That finished my stock of paper, and I left the record of the oddments overheard of the conversation for a later time.

I put the thing in an old leather cigarette-case I possessed, and handed it to Wake.
'You've got to go straight off to the Kyle and not waste any time on the way.

Nobody suspects you, so you can travel any road you please.
When you get there you ask for Mr Andrew Amos, who has some Government job in the neighbourhood.

Give him that paper from me.