One man's word and a rifle barrel does the trick." Julian sighed.
"I suppose," he observed, "that if I do my duty as a loyal subject, I shall drop the curtain on last night.

Seems a pity to have had an adventure like that and not be able to open one's mouth about it." Furley grunted.
"You don't want to join the noble army of gas bags," he said.

"Much better make up your mind that it was a dream." "There are times," Julian confided, "when I am not quite sure that it wasn't.".