He retreated hastily to a position on the main drive, and began in a deep roar, coupled with an unsteady gait, the following ditty:

I am a soldier

A jolly British soldier;

You can see that I’m a soldier by my feet.⁠ ⁠…

I am a soldier A jolly British soldier; You can see that I’m a soldier by my feet.⁠ ⁠…

It had been a favourite on the gramophone in Tuppence’s hospital days. He did not doubt but that she would recognize it and draw her own conclusions. Tommy had not a note of music in his voice, but his lungs were excellent. The noise he produced was terrific.