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CHAPTER NINE. I Take the Wings of a Dove-1
CHAPTER NINE. I Take the Wings of a Dove 'Drive me somewhere to breakfast, Archie,' I said, 'for I'm perishing hungry.' He and I got into the tonneau, and the driver swung us out of the station road up a long incline of hill. Sir Archie had been one of my subalterns in the old Lennox Highlanders, and had left us before the Somme to join the Flying Corps. I had heard that he had got his wings and had done well before Arras, and was now training pilots at home. He had been a light-hearted youth, who had endured a good deal of rough-tonguing from me for his sins of omission. But it was the casual class of lad I was looking for now. I saw him steal amused glances at my appearance. 'Been seein' a bit of life, sir?' he inquired respectfully. 'I'm being hunted by the police,' I said. 'Dirty
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