"I was sure that if I remained here long enough I would clear away some of the fog attached to a case which promises to be one of the most remarkable I have ever investigated.

Come, gentlemen, let us be amiable to one another.

I'm sorry if I lost my temper just now, but I regard myself as being the only detective in existence who uses other sections of his brain than those governed by statutes made and provided, and it riles me when men of superior intelligence like yourselves treat me as though my mission in life was to direct the traffic and keep a sharp eye on mischievous juveniles....

Mr.Theydon, can that soldier-servant of yours make coffee ?" "His wife can," said Theydon.
"Will you be good enough, then, to set her to work?
Thus far, since the sun rose, I have stayed the pangs of hunger with an apple and a glass of water." By this time, Theydon had thoroughly revised his first estimate of the diminutive detective.

Indeed, he was beginning to look on him as a quite noteworthy person, a man whose mental equipment it was most unwise to assess at any lower valuation than the somewhat exalted one which Furneaux himself had set forth with such refreshing candor.
As for Forbes, the millionaire seemed to have sunk into a species of stupor since Furneaux spoke of the ivory skull.