We are a well-known institution amongst the initiated.
I've plodded these marshes sometimes from midnight till daybreak, and although one's always hearing rumours, until last night I have never seen or heard of a single unusual incident." "You had no idea, then," Julian persisted, "what it was that you were on the look-out for the night before last?
You had no idea, say, from any source whatever, that there was going to be an attempt on the part of the enemy to communicate with friends on this side ?" "Good God, no! Even to have known it would have been treason." "You admit that ?" Furley drew himself stiffly up in his chair.

His mass of brown hair seemed more unkempt than usual, his hard face sterner than ever by reason of its disfiguring frown.
"What the hell do you mean, Julian ?" "I mean," Julian replied, "that I have reason to suspect you, Furley, of holding or attempting to hold secret communication with an enemy country." The pipestem which he was holding snapped in Furley's fingers.

His eyes were filled with fury.
"Damn you, Julian!" he exclaimed.

"If I could stand on two legs, I'd break your head.

How dare you come here and talk such rubbish." "Isn't there some truth in what I have just said ?" Julian asked sternly.
"Not a word." Julian was silent for a moment.