“Allow me to present you to the real Monsieur Lemoine of the Sûreté.”

“I love you now, Julius,” said Jane Finn. “I loved you that first moment in the car when the bullet grazed your cheek....”

“Put you where you can do no harm in case your friends come after you.”

“Something wrong I knew there would be,” he boomed. “Merciful God in Heaven! He has married a black woman in Africa!”

“Tell us something—even if you have to invent it for our special benefit.”

“You little devil,” cried Anthony, kissing her again. “Now I know for certain that I shall love you until I die....”

Never have I seen a man more taken aback. He looked as though he had seen a ghost.

... “the lasting peace and prosperity of the British Empire!”

“You could write that under any snapshot of a train,” I said. Women never think of these simple things.

“After all, he has his explanations for everything.”

I always know when I am beaten. I went down to the car with tears in my eyes.

“Don’t cry, Anne. Please don’t cry. You’re safe now. No one shall hurt you.”

“That’s another story,” I quoted. “My story. And I’m going to tell it you now.”

“You forget that he declares positively it was you who knocked him down.”

The woman was quite indignant. And yet everybody knows that nightmares are a direct result of injudicious eating.

“I fancy that this is a young man we should all be very glad to lay our hands on.”

“Just because you’re comfortably married and getting fat, you’ve forgotten that there’s any such thing as romance,” I ended.

“I think that I may fairly say I have done it. The man you love is cleared of suspicion.”

“We were both reckless—anxious to get killed. One night we exchanged identification discs—for luck! Lucas was killed the next day—blown to pieces.”

Bless you, liquid eyes. Some day you will see what a mistake you have made in not marrying me.