Griffiths looked. The landlord looked. The landlord took the passport and bowed. The five policemen bowed and went out one by one; the 9th N.I. formed fours and went out; the household bowed, and there was a long silence. Then the bath-girl began to giggle.
When Griffiths wanted to speak to me I was on the other side of the regiment of children in the passage, and he had time to reflect before he could work his way through them.
They formed his guard-of-honour when he took the bag to the locksmith.
I abode on the mountains of Otsu till dinner-time.
FOOTNOTES:
[9] "Turnovers," Vol. VII.