But the change has come none too soon.

There'd have been a paragraph in the Dudley paper some rainy morning." "Yes, I was rather afraid of that," said Narramore musingly.
He let a minute elapse, whilst his friend paced the room; then added in the same voice: "We're in luck at the same tune.

My uncle Sol was found dead this morning." "Do you come in for much ?" "We don't know what he's left, but I'm down for a substantial fraction in a will he made three years ago.

Nobody knew it, but he's been stark mad for the last six months.

He took a bed-room out Bordesley way, in a false name, and stored it with a ton or two of tinned meats and vegetables.