"Out driving, and late as usual, James Agate urged his chauffeur to go faster and faster and to ignore the restrictions of a built-up area. A police motorcyclist gave chase and stopped them. The policeman dismounted, took off his gloves, and bent down grimly at the open window. On seeing the driver his face relaxed. 'Hello' he said, and placed a smacking kiss on the driver's lips. 'On your way, and don't get caught again.'
"The car drove off.
"'Do you know him?' asked Agate in astonishment.
"'I can 't remember his name, sir, ' replied the chauffeur, 'but we were in the Guards together.'"