Then he insisted upon accompanying him, and when he found there was a train to Norwich he simply bade them both good night.

He left no message whatever for either you or me." Seaman was thoughtful.
"There is no doubt," he said, "that his departure was indicative of a certain distrust in us.

He came to find out something, and I suppose he found it out.

I envy you your composure, my friend.

We live on the brink of a volcano, and you shoot pheasants." "We will try a partridge for a change," Dominey observed, swinging round as a single Frenchman with a dull whiz crossed the hedge behind them and fell a little distance away, a crumpled heap of feathers.