Just before Constable McMurdo arrives on the scene

A bunch of bad men are beleaguering a bunch of good men in a stockade or an embassy or wherever it may be and seem to be getting along splendidly, and then suddenly the bottom drops out of everything and all is disaster, disillusionment and despair. Looking over their shoulders, they see the United States Marines arriving, and I don't suppose there is anything that makes bad men, hen beleaguering someone, sicker. The joy goes out of their lives, the sun disappears behind the clouds, and with a muffled "Oh, dear, oh dear, oh dear!" they slink away to their underground dens, feeling like thirty cents.

(So said the ever-optimistic Lord Ickenham in Cocktail Time, by Sir Pelham Wodehouse)

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