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We
passed
through
Amiens
.
The
name
awakened
many
memories
.
My
companion
seemed
to
have
an
intuitive
knowledge
of
what
was
in
my
mind
.
“
Thinking
of
the
War
?
”
I
nodded
.
“
You
were
through
it
,
I
suppose
?
”
“
Pretty
well
.
I
was
wounded
once
,
and
after
the
Somme
they
invalided
me
out
altogether
.
I
had
a
half
fledged
Army
job
for
a
bit
.
I
’
m
a
sort
of
private
secretary
now
to
an
M
.
P
.
”
“
My
!
That
’
s
brainy
!
”
“
No
,
it
isn
’
t
.
There
’
s
really
awfully
little
to
do
.
Usually
a
couple
of
hours
every
day
sees
me
through
.
It
’
s
dull
work
too
.
In
fact
,
I
don
’
t
know
what
I
should
do
if
I
hadn
’
t
got
something
to
fall
back
upon
.
”
“
Don
’
t
say
you
collect
bugs
!
”
“
No
.
I
share
rooms
with
a
very
interesting
man
.
He
’
s
a
Belgian
—
an
ex
-
detective
.
He
’
s
set
up
as
a
private
detective
in
London
,
and
he
’
s
doing
extraordinarily
well
.
He
’
s
really
a
very
marvellous
little
man
.
Time
and
again
he
has
proved
to
be
right
where
the
official
police
have
failed
.
”
