I hadn't been on board more than an hour before a submarine which had been following overhauled us.
I thought it was all up then, but the fog lifted, and we found ourselves almost in the midst of a squadron of destroyers from Harwich.

I made another transfer, and they landed me in time to catch the early morning train from Felixstowe." "Did they get the submarine ?" his listener asked eagerly.
"Get it!" the other repeated, with a smile.

"They blew it into scrap metal." "Plenty of movement in your life!" "I've run the gauntlet over there once too often," Horridge said grimly.
"Just look at me now, Sir Henry.

I'm twenty-nine years old, and it's only two years and a half since I was invalided out of the navy and took this job on.

The last person I asked to guess my age put me down at fifty.