A compendium of Flashman quotes, that was produced one damned entry at a time.
Thursday, 3 November 2011
Doffing his tile
The Yankee secret service evidently left nothing to chance. “Good luck, Comber . . . and,” he added quietly, “if need be, good hunting.” Cool as a trout, rot him, doffing his tile and knuckling his lip-whisker as we drove away.
Flashman and the Angel of the Lord, p.196, Harper Collins, 1995.