One of my men caught a spy this morning." Every one was interested.

Even after three years of war, there was still something fascinating about the word.
"Dear me!" Lord Maltenby exclaimed.

"I should scarcely have considered our out-of-the-way part of the world sufficiently important to attract attentions of that sort." "It was a matter of communication," the Colonel confided.

"There was an enemy submarine off here last night, and we have reason to believe that a message was landed.

We caught one fellow just at dawn." "What did you do with him ?" the Bishop asked.
"We shot him an hour ago," was the cool reply.
"Are there any others at large ?" Julian enquired, leaning forward.
"One other," the Colonel acknowledged, sipping his wine appreciatively.
"My military police here, however, are very intelligent, and I should think it very doubtful whether he can escape." "Was the man who was shot a foreigner ?" the Earl asked.