Then he shook his head.
"I think not," he decided.

"When the history of this war is written, Ambrose, with flamboyant phrases and copious rhetoric, there will be unwritten chapters, more dramatic, having really more direct effect upon the final issue than even the great battles which have seemed the dominant factors.

Sit tight here, Ambrose, and wait.

I may be going over to Boulogne at any hour." Thomson pushed on one side the curtains which concealed an inner room, and passed through.

In a quarter of an hour he reappeared, dressed in uniform.