NOTE
The earlier adventures of Richard Hannay, to which occasional reference is madein this narrative, are recounted in The Thirty-Nine Steps andGreenmantle.
J.B.
I spent one-third of my journey looking out of the window of a first-classcarriage, the next in a local motor-car following the course of a trout streamin a shallow valley, and the last tramping over a ridge of downland throughgreat beech-woods to my quarters for the night. In the first part I was in aninfamous temper; in the second I was worried and mystified; but the cooltwilight of the third stage calmed and heartened me, and I reached the gates ofFosse Manor with a mighty appetite and a quiet mind.
As we slipped up the Thames valley on the smooth Great Western line I hadreflected ruefully on the thorns in the path of duty. F