I have a compartment in the sleeping-car, numbers eleven and twelve." Amongst many old principles of which Martin Hillyard had first learned the wisdom during these last years, none had sunk deeper than this--that the head of an organisation cannot do the work of any of its members and hope that the machine will run smoothly.

His was the task of supervision and ultimate direction.

He held himself at the beck and call of those who worked under him.

He responded to their summons.

And it was in response to a very urgent summons from Fairbairn that he had hurried the completion of certain arrangements with the French authorities in Paris and was now returning to the south! But he was going very reluctantly.
It was July, 1916.