Fells said: "I've got it."
"All right," said Quayle. "That pose might be very useful to me. You realise, don't you, that my alternative is a sound one? You'd still have no background. You'd still have no friends. But you'd know you'd done something decent instead of wandering about odd spots in the world for the rest of your life doing odd sorts of jobs— because you haven't much money— and cursing yourself and wondering why you ever fell for that woman, why you ever forged that cheque. You'd have the satisfaction of being able to tell yourself that you'd made things even worse for yourself; that you'd allowed yourself to be court-martialled for about the vilest charge that could be brought against an officer; that you'd sacrificed yourself— for your country!"
Quayle produced a silk handk
