Certainly my bath sponge is not an explosive.
The programme of Cheer, Boys, Cheer, which is said to have been found in my bag, is of no political significance.
It certainly was not intended to create a riot at Moscow.
It surely is unnecessary to cover me with chains.
I really must protest against being detained in a dungeon three feet square, in lieu of occupying a comfortable room in the hotel au troisième.
It seems to me harsh treatment to deprive me of all my goods and chattels, and then refuse to allow me to communicate with the British Ambassador.
Well, of course, if I must go I must, and I suppose I ought to thank you for securing my ticket.
But surely you have made a mistake. I wished a ticket for Hampstead.
Very sorry that you should tell me that you are right——from this I gather I am booked (without appeal) to Siberia!