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As a special favour I was granted permission to have an interview with Ronnie before he was removed, not to "Windsor Castle," as Secunderabad jail was nicknamed -- for the regiment had protested -- but to Bangalore, a second-class establishment.

"I wish to goodness they were going to _hang_ me!" was the first thing Ronnie said, and there was agony in his voice. "I swear I do -- only for you and Uncle. Well, Eva, you must go home and try to make the best of things."

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