Cecil Winwood accepted the test. He claimed that he could dope the guards the night of the break. Talk is cheap, said Long Bill Hodge. What we want is the goods. Dope one of the guards to-night.

Only we Germans who dwell in the upper country, which our ancestors were so fond of calling “the Empire” (“das Reich”), can thoroughly realise the terrible extent of the criminal excesses of the Hunlike fury which was directed against us by the French.

We must proceed according to canon law.

My master is of churlish disposition, And little recks to find the way to heaven By doing deeds of hospitality.