The latter, who had just hung up his coat and hat, greeted him with a growl of welcome.
"So you've brought it off again, Francis!" "Touch and go," the barrister remarked.

"I managed to squeak home." Wilmore laid his hand upon his friend's shoulder and led the way towards two easy-chairs in the lounge.
"I tell you what it is, old chap," he confided, "you'll be making yourself unpopular before long.

Another criminal at large, thanks to that glib tongue and subtle brain of yours.

The crooks of London will present you with a testimonial when you're made a judge." "So you think that Oliver Hilditch was guilty, then ?" Francis asked curiously.
"My dear fellow, how do I know or care ?" was the indifferent reply.
"I shouldn't have thought that there had been any doubt about it.

You probably know, anyway." "That's just what I didn't when I got up to make my speech," Francis assured his friend emphatically.