I'm not the least afraid of those ridiculous policemen who walk about after Finola.

But I am very much afraid of being tapped on the shoulder for reasons quite non-political.

I can tell you I've been on the jump ever since yesterday, when I cashed the cheque, and I shan't feel easy till I've left France behind me.

I fancy I'm safe for the present.

The idiot is sure to try fifty ways of getting his accounts straight before he lights on my little cheque; and when he does, I've covered my tracks pretty well.