We were in my flat, behind its closed door.
Bates and I deduced his sex from the sound of his footsteps." Again Theydon nearly stammered.

Events had certainly turned in the most amazing way.

Instead of carrying himself almost in the manner of a judge, he was figuring rather as an unwilling witness in the hands of a skilled and merciless cross-examining counsel.
"Did the police officers supply any theory of motive for the crime?
Was this poor woman killed for the sake of her few trinkets ?" By this time Theydon was stung into a species of revolt.

It was he, not Forbes, who should be snapping out searching questions.
"I regret to say that my nerves were not sufficiently under control at Waterloo that I should listen carefully to each word," he said, almost stiffly.

"Bates had picked up such information as was available; but he, though an ex-sergeant in the Army, was so upset as to be hardly coherent.