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'I was worried about you. What are you doing out here? What's the matter?'

The Commissioner was obviously delighted with his rendering of all this rigmarole. He beamed at Bond. "It only remains" he handed Bond a sealed packet, a similar one to Felix Leiter, and one to Colonel Bannister-"to confer on Commander Bond of Great Britain, Mr. Felix Leiter of the United States, and, in absentia, Mr. Nicholas Nicholson of the United States, the immediate award of the Jamaican Police Medal for gallant and meritorious services to the Independent State of Jamaica."One of the names he had been living with for fifteen years forced another harsh laugh out of Major Smythe. "That was a piece of cake! You've never seen such a shambles. All those Gestapo toughs with their doxies. All of 'em hog-drunk. They'd kept their files all ticketty-boo. Handed them over without a murmur. Hoped that'd earn 'em easy treatment I suppose. We gave the stuff a first going-over and shipped all the bods off to the Munich camp. Last I heard of them. Most of them hanged for war crimes I expect. We handed the bumf over to HQ at Salzburg. Then we went on up the Mittersill valley after another hideout." Major Smythe took a good pull at his drink and lit a cigarette. He looked up. "That's the long and the short of it." Robert Lincoln (writing to me in July, 1908) says: Reports, happily false, of the retractation of the convert came to distress them at Amritsar; and Mr. Beutel, leaving his wife and mother dangerously ill, went over to Batala to inquire how matters stood. He found B鈥攏, though much tried and sorely pressed, still standing firm. `I recommend the English Secret Service as the object of terrorist action,' he said decisively. `The devil knows my department hardly finds them a worthy adversary, but they are the best of an indifferent lot.'

Reports, happily false, of the retractation of the convert came to distress them at Amritsar; and Mr. Beutel, leaving his wife and mother dangerously ill, went over to Batala to inquire how matters stood. He found B鈥攏, though much tried and sorely pressed, still standing firm.

'Oh! my eye!' he said, looking very low-spirited, 'I am sorry for that.'

He arrived at Keswick, drove through it, and shortly after a turning in the road presented Lodore House to his view.

"Oh, about an hour."