He gazed at Mr.Charles F.Furneaux with a surprise that was not altogether flattering.
"Did the Commissioner of Police send _you_ in response to my telegram ?" he said.
"That is what lawyers call a leading question," came the prompt retort.
"And I hate lawyers.

They darken understanding, and set honest men at loggerheads." "But it happens to be very much to the point at this moment." "Well, Mr.Grant, if you really press for an answer, it is 'Yes' and 'No.' The Commissioner received a certain telegram, but he may have acted on other grounds.

Even Commissioners can be creatures of impulse, or expediency, just as the situation demands.
"You are here, at any rate." "That is what legal jargon terms an admitted fact." "Then you had better begin by assuming that I am no villain." "It is assumed.

It couldn't well be otherwise after the excellent character you have been given by this young lady." "She, at least, will speak well of me, I do believe," said Grant, with a strange bitterness, for his heart was sore because of the seeming defection of his friend, the postmaster.

"What I actually had in mind was the stupidity of the local policeman, who is convinced that I am both a criminal and a fool." "The two are often synonymous," said Furneaux dryly.