I have never seen him except in the lift, or on the stairs." "Then you have no excuse for keeping me here," she declared.

"I may be his friend, or I may be his enemy.

At least I possess the key of his flat, presumably with his permission.

My presence here I have explained.
I can assure you that it is entirely accidental! You have no right to detain me for a moment." The clock on the mantelpiece struck midnight.

A sudden passion surged in his veins, a passion which, although at the time he could not have classified it, was assuredly a passion of jealousy! He remembered the man Barnes, whom he hated.
"You shall not go to his rooms--at this hour!" he exclaimed.