The light was so strong that I could only lie there and blink my eyes. In a few minutes the light was removed from my face and flashed about the room, enabling me to see that it was held by a District Inspector of Police, and that he was accompanied by a military officer and some of the Royal Irish Constabulary. The D.I. switched the light back on my face suddenly and asked:
"Are you only waking up?"
"Just now," I answered.
"Don't be afraid," he said. "We heard that some more stuff came to this house to-day and we have come for it."
"It's not the most reassuring thing in the world to have soldiers and police come into your room at this time of night," I returned.
"What is your name?" he asked. I told him. I did not give a false one, as I did not know whether he had asked the girl downstairs my name or not.
"Where are you from?" was his next question.
"Belfast," I replied.
"Is that your suitcase?" he asked, pointing to it.