"I advise against this side, Joan," he said.
"Let me take you round." He earned a quick amused look and a half shrug of white shoulders from Joan.

Palgrave continued to talk in a low confidential voice.

He regarded Oldershaw's remarks as no more of an interruption than the chorus of the frogs.

Oldershaw's blood began to boil, and he had a queer prickly sensation at the back of his neck.

Whoo, but there'd have to be a pretty good shine in a minute, he said to himself.