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Had he wished it Jelicorse might have remained in the Foreign Office after the Armistice. The imperturbable little man in the eyeglass, with his wide knowledge of languages and human nature, had done great things during those terrible years, but now that things had gone back to the normal the dreary routine and red tape had no attractions for him and he resigned. For a time he regretted this step and its consequent cutting off of a regular and steady income, the more so because his own resources were severely crippled by the crushing burden of income tax and other handicaps which are painfully familiar to most of us to-day.
No doubt it would all come right in time, but meanwhile Jelicorse had to live, and after letting his small family property on a long lease he was only too glad to join forces with his tried friends Enderby and Farncombe, who were exactly in the same position. They had found what they wanted on the coast of North Devon, where they could work in comfort and without being spied upon by curious people, and where Enderby, the man of practical science, worked at his many inventions.