My going scot free is regarded in police circles there to this day as a grave miscarriage of justice.
But all lesser sin sinks into insignificance beside the lawlessness of George.

The bicycle incident had thrown us all into confusion, with the result that we lost George altogether.

It transpired subsequently that he was waiting for us outside the police court; but this at the time we did not know.

We thought, maybe, he had gone on to Baden by himself; and anxious to get away from Carlsruhe, and not, perhaps, thinking out things too clearly, we jumped into the next train that came up and proceeded thither.

When George, tired of waiting, returned to the station, he found us gone and he found his luggage gone.