"He left some time ago.

We shall thank him later.

But I am sure we owe a great deal to you, Inspector Dickson, to you, Mr.Dent, and indeed to all our friends," she added, as she bade them good-night.
For some moments they lingered in the moonlight.
"To think that this is Smith's work!" said Cameron, waving his hand toward the house.

"That queer chap! One thing I have learned, never to judge a man by his legs again." "He is a fine fellow," said Mandy indignantly, "and with a fine soul in spite of--" "His wobbly legs," said her husband smiling.
"It's a shame, Allan.

What difference does it make what kind of legs a man has ?" "Very true," replied her husband smiling, "and if you knew your Bible better, Mandy, you would have found excellent authority for your position in the words of the psalmist, 'The Lord taketh no pleasure in the legs of a man.' But, say, it is a joke," he added, "to think of this being Smith's work.".