What have I done to Semyonov that he should hate me?
What have...." But I didn't answer Trenchard.

That part of me that had any concern with him and his affairs was far away.

But his voice had stirred some more active life in me.

I thought to myself now: Will there be some concrete definite moment in this affair when I shall say to myself: "Ah, there it is! There's the heart of this whole business! There's the enemy! Slay him and you have settled the matter!" or, perhaps, "Ah, now I've seen the secret.

Now I've hunted the animal to his lair.
This is war, this thing here.