Every one in Germany knows that I'm a mine-field specialist, so I don't see why the dickens I should pose any longer as a sort of half-baked idiot." Rayton's eyes twinkled.
"You want to play the Wilson Barrett hero and make a theatrical disclosure of your greatness," he laughed.

"Poor Philippa will fall upon her knees.

You will be the hero of the village, which will probably present you with some little article of plate.

You've a good time coming, Henry." "Talk sense, there's a good fellow," the other begged.

"You go and see the Chief and put it to him.