Hart faced him.

Grant's chair was between the two.
"By the way, as you're on your feet, Mr.Grant," said Furneaux, "you might just show me exactly where you were standing when you saw the face at the window." "For the love of Mike, what's this ?" gurgled Hart.

"'The face at the window'; 'the postmaster's daughter.' How many more catchy cross-heads will you bring into the story ?" "Poor Adelaide Melhuish undoubtedly came here on Monday night and looked in at me while I was at work," said Grant sadly.

"You know the history of my calf love three years ago, Wally." "Shall I ever forget it?
You bored me stiff about it.

Then, when the crash came, you walked me off my legs in the Upper Engadine.