Really, there was no need to take these two seriously.
Winter, while lighting the cigar, grinned amiably at his colleague.
Furneaux passed a cigarette to and fro under his nostrils and sniffed.
Theydon reached for a pipe and tobacco jar and drew up a chair.
"Well," he said, "it is not my business to criticise your methods.

I have very little to tell you.

I suppose Bates--" "The really important thing is this car which followed you tonight," broke in Winter.

"The details are fresh in your memory.

What type of car was it?
Did you see the driver and occupants?
What's its number ?" Theydon had not expected these questions.