‘ 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...

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...

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