It was nearer to Schillingschen than to me.

After watching him for about fifteen minutes, during which he made a great fuss about his headache, I was quite sure it was the diary that interested him.
I stooped and extracted it from the coat pocket.

The grimace he made was certainly not due to headache.
"Fred!" I called out, and he and Will came striding in together.
"That diary's the key," I said.

"It's important.

It holds his secrets!" Will was swift to put that to the test.
"What will you offer ?" he asked Schillingschen.