He met the detective's searching gaze unflinchingly.

Fate, after terrifying him, had been kind.

If Furneaux had expressed himself differently--if, for instance, he had said: "Had you ever before seen the man ?" or "Have you now any reason for believing that you know his name ?"--he would have forced Theydon's hand in a way he was far from suspecting.
"It may surprise you to hear," piped the shrill, cracked voice, "that there are dozens of policemen walking about London who would arrest you on suspicion had you treated them as you have treated us." "Then I can only say that I am fortunate in my inquisitors," smiled Theydon.
Winter held up a massive fist in deprecation of these acerbities.
"You have nothing more to tell us ?" he queried.
"Nothing!" "Then we need not trouble you further tonight.

Of course, if luck favors us and we find the gentleman with the classical features--the most unlikely person to commit a murder I have ever heard of--we shall want you to identify him." "I am at your service at any time.

But before you go won't you enlighten me somewhat?
What did really happen?
I have not even seen a newspaper account of the crime." "Would you care to examine No.