He must perceive quite clearly how black against him things looked.
He was forced also to admit to himself that Hutchings had not a pleasant face.

It was choleric and truculent, and in spite of the man's evident anxiety, there was a sullen fierceness on it which gave him no little of the air of a wild beast trapped.
Mr.Flexen wasted no time beating about the bush, but said to him: "When you visited Elizabeth Twitcher last night you entered and left the Castle by the library window." "You got that from that young blighter Manley," said Hutchings bitterly.
"Not at all.

I did not know that Mr.Manley knew it," said Mr.Flexen.
"So you did ?" "Yes, sir, I did.

I always went to the village that way in the summer-time.

It's the shortest.