Those of us who care for the nation's defence have been astonished to hear that confidential documents have been left in a public house.

The equally absurd concept that there exists anything like a homosexuality detection expert conjures the McCarthyesque image of eyes from which no one can hide, […]

There was a deep silence, while Helen's vivid fancy conjured up the scene. She knew the small neat room—she had been with Mrs. Palmer to see it; the cheerful garden filled with flowers, the hum of the distant play-ground, the rosy clusters of an acacia-tree, whose branches almost came in at the window;...

In this ambivalent combination of masculine fistiness and feminine cushioning, Martine sensed the vigor and sparkle of life, […]