"Well, Briggs," he said, "let me tell you, if there's one thing the
Secret Service hates and despises more than another, it's a
police-station; and if there's one bigger fool on earth than another,
it's a policeman. It would very likely be death to my whole career as a
spy, if I went to a policeman and told him who I was."
"Don't you ever work with them, Mr. Baden-Powell?" asked Travers; and he
said:
"Never, if I can help it."
So he had the six bob, much to my regret, and told us to be at "The Wool
Pack" public-house at Mudborough on the following Saturday afternoon.
He asked what would be the most convenient time for us to be there, and
we said half-past three, and he said "Good!"