I cannot take you wholly into my confidence.

I can only give you my word of honour as a friend to your country that the message I carry is her only salvation.

Having told you as much as that, I do not think I am asking too much if I ask you for my clothes and dressing-case, and for the fastest motor-car you can furnish me with.
I guess I can get from here to Yarmouth, and from there I can charter something which will take me to the other side." Mr.Fentolin raised the little gold whistle to his lips and blew it very softly.

Meekins at once entered, closing the door behind him.

He moved silently to the side of the man who had risen now from the bed, and who was standing with his hand grasping the post and his eyes fixed upon Mr.
Fentolin, as though awaiting his answer.
"Our conversation," the latter said calmly, "has reached a point, Mr.
Dunster, at which I think we may leave it for the moment.