They played with tremendous zest, like two city gents who wanted hard exercise to open their pores.

You couldn't conceive a more innocent spectacle.

They shouted and laughed and stopped for drinks, when a maid brought out two tankards on a salver.
I rubbed my eyes and asked myself if I was not the most immortal fool on earth.

Mystery and darkness had hung about the men who hunted me over the Scotch moor in aeroplane and motor-car, and notably about that infernal antiquarian.

It was easy enough to connect those folk with the knife that pinned Scudder to the floor, and with fell designs on the world's peace.