I shall have a chap over to see me this afternoon, and I shall make a report to him." "All the same," persisted Julian, "we--or rather I--was without a doubt a witness to an act of treason.

By some subtle means connected with what seemed to be a piece of gas pipe, I have seen communication with the enemy established." "You don't know that it was the enemy at all," Furley grunted.
"For us others," Julian replied, "there exists the post office, the telegraph office and the telephone.

I decline to believe that any reasonable person would put out upon the sea in weather like last night's for the sake of delivering a letter to any harmless inhabitant of these regions.

I will have my sensation, you see, Furley.

I have suffered--thank heavens mine is a thick skull!--and I will not be cheated of my compensations." "Well, keep your mouth shut, there's a good fellow, until after I have made my report to the Intelligence Officer," Furley begged.