If he had no close friends, he certainly had no enemies.

Whether he was rich or poor no man knew, but next to the Colonel himself, no one was more ready to subscribe to any of those charities which the Sheridanites were continually inaugurating on behalf of their less fortunate members.

The man who succeeds in keeping the "ego" out of sight as a rule neither irritates nor greatly attracts.

Stephen Heneage was one of those who stood in this position.
They were talking about the murder, or rather the Colonel was talking and they were listening.
"There is one point," he remarked, filling his glass and beaming good-humouredly upon his companions, "which seems to have been entirely overlooked.

I am referring to the sex of the supposed assassin!" Wrayson looked up inquiringly.