It was not that it was a small hand; it was fine and flexible, with long delicate fingers--a rare and beautiful hand; it was the unconscious self-surrender.

And though at the moment I could not dwell on the cause of the thrill which swept me, it came back to me later.
She turned and said to the police superintendent: "This is Mr.Malcolm Ross." The police officer saluted as he answered: "I know Mr.Malcolm Ross, miss.

Perhaps he will remember I had the honour of working with him in the Brixton Coining case." I had not at first glance noticed who it was, my whole attention having been taken with Miss Trelawny.
"Of course, Superintendent Dolan, I remember very well!" I said as we shook hands.

I could not but note that the acquaintanceship seemed a relief to Miss Trelawny.

There was a certain vague uneasiness in her manner which took my attention; instinctively I felt that it would be less embarrassing for her to speak with me alone.