"But, fortunately, it has a name of its own.

It is called the Tillicum.'" "As such I salute it!" said Spence, gravely.
The other made no attempt to continue the conversation.

She retired into the fastness of the green cloak, leaving the professor to ponder the situation.

It seemed on the face of it an absurd situation enough, yet there should certainly be nothing absurd in it.

Spence felt a somewhat bulky package of letters even now in the pocket of his coat.
These letters were real and sensible enough.