He had waited ten days, etc., and had at last gone out, and the movement order had come with...
The other cut him short: "Oh, you're the chap who failed to report, are you?
Blighted rotters they are at these Group H.Q.'s.

Chuck us over the chit." Peter brightened up and obeyed.

The other read it.

"I know," ventured Peter, "but I got the dickens of a strafe from the Colonel.

He said he had no idea when I could get away, and had better see you.