And so the tale went on until the Colonel got to the searching of the trunk. " ... and in it was found"....
"A service-rifle, three bombs, a loaded revolver, plans of fortifications," we supplied as before.
" ... incriminating letters showing clearly that for years the woman had been in communication with the German Secret Service Bureau," concluded our host.
Young Pitts left with me and walked to my house.
"I didn't hear any asides from you while the Colonel was repeating that hoary old yarn," I said as we reached the gate. "Hadn't you heard it before?"
"I heard it in the train this morning," Pitts answered.
"You don't believe it, surely?"
"Of course not. Amongst other reasons, because the man in whose house the events were supposed to have taken place happens, I know, to be a bachelor, and would not therefore require the services of a German governess."
"Who was the person referred to in the version you heard?" I asked.
"You," he replied.