"It isn't only the fact of the attacks themselves miscarrying, but it's the knowledge on the other side of exactly how best to meet that attack.

It's the exact knowledge they have as to our dispositions, our most secret and sudden change of tactics.
We've suffered enough, Ambrose, in this country from civil spies--the Government are to blame for that.

But there are plenty of people who go blustering about, declaring that two of our Cabinet Ministers ought to be hung, who'd turn round and give you the life if you hinted for a moment that the same sort of thing in a far worse degree was going on amongst men who are wearing the King's uniform." "It's ugly," Ambrose muttered, "damned ugly!" "Look at me," Major Thomson continued thoughtfully.

"Every secret connected with our present and future plans practically passes through my hands, yet no one watches me.

Whisper a word at the War Office that perhaps it would be as well--just for a week, say--to test a few of my reports, and they'd laugh at you with the air of superior beings listening to the chatter of a fool.