“I might remind you that I didn’t reach England until July ’41,” put in Garstang, “some months after d**k Greville had been found on Roborough Down.” Suddenly he cried out in exasperation: “Am I to be haunted by you all my life? Weren’t you satisfied with the facts you collected about me during the war? Didn’t you go on long enough then?”
“I don’t know, sir. I never have known,” rejoined James. “As you know, the high-ups were satisfied and I was told to leave it alone. If you want me to be perfectly honest, I was sorry I wasn’t allowed to go on a bit longer and get the issue cut and dried: it would have been more satisfactory for me and more satisfactory for you. The sight of me gives you a nasty taste in your mouth, I know that—all because we didn’t get things tidied up after you left Di
