I've told you all I know myself now, for the rest is mere surmise and conjecture.

We have a good working basis, however, on which to start.

We must hurry up, for I want to go to Halle's concert to hear Norman Neruda this afternoon." This conversation had occurred while our cab had been threading its way through a long succession of dingy streets and dreary by-ways.

In the dingiest and dreariest of them our driver suddenly came to a stand.
"That's Audley Court in there," he said, pointing to a narrow slit in the line of dead-coloured brick.

"You'll find me here when you come back." Audley Court was not an attractive locality.