‘ What′s your name, bub ? ’ ‘ The last one, Sir ? ’ asked bub, looking up.

He may've hid? asked Bentley. The boatswain nodded an affirmative. He may've, sir. But we looked and searched a bit, and we found nothing. We flushed a few more drunken buggers out for locking up, but no Black Bob. I'm sorry, sir, but I wouldn't be surprised...

The government released the redacted document, so most of it was blacked out as secret.

He assured me that we would be batless by mid-afternoon. When I asked what would become of the bats, he got rather shifty and said that the cyanide would drive them from the house...