He uttered no word until the three were seated in Theydon's room, and his expression was so woebegone that it stirred even the mercurial Jerseyite to pity.
"I imagine that a cup of coffee will do you also a world of good," he said.

Then, whirling round on Theydon, he stuck a question into him as if each word was a stiletto.
"Where do you get your coffee ?" "At the grocer's," was the surprised answer.
"Is that all you know about it ?" "Yes." "Singular thing, isn't it ?" mused the detective aloud, "how idiotic men and women can be in their attitude to the supreme things of life.

What is of greater importance than the food we eat and the liquors we drink?
Through them the body reconstitutes itself hourly and daily.

Providence gives us a perfect engine, yet we clog and choke its shafts and cylinders by supplying it haphazard with any sort of fuel and lubricant, no matter how unsuited either may be to its purpose.

Take coffee, for instance.