And moreover, these foolish natives--if they are not too excited--they always stop to think before they kill a man who says he belongs to any speecific organization.

You see?
You say then when you are in tight place, "I am Son of the Charm", and you get--perhaps--ah--your second wind.

That is only in extreme instances, or to open negotiations with a stranger.

Can you quite see?
Verree good.

But suppose now, I, or any one of the Department, come to you dressed quite different.