But I can't talk about it." "I was down there myself last Sunday.

I talked politics with the local wiseacres, and--do you know, it has made me think of you ever since ?" "How so ?" Mr.Stark consulted his watch.
"I'm at leisure for just nineteen minutes.

If you care to sit down, I have an idea I should like to put before you." The visitor seated himself and crossed his legs.

His countenance gave small promise of attention.
"You know," resumed Mr.Stark, leaning forward and twiddling his thumbs, "that they're hoping to get rid of Welwyn-Baker at the next election ?" "What of that ?" "Toby Liversedge talks of coming forward--but _that_ won't do." "Probably not." The solicitor bent still more and tapped his friend's knee.
"Glazzard, here is your moment.

Here is your chance of getting what you want.