"He thinks that the murder must have been committed by a lunatic.

I can offer no other hypothesis." "Your gardener may be right.

But what lunatic, barring yourself and the horse-coper, Elkin, is in love with Doris Martin ?" Like Elkin the previous night, Grant struck the table till things rattled.
"Keep her name out of it," he cried fiercely.

"You are a man of the world, not a suspicious idiot of the Robinson type.

You heard to-day the full and true explanation of her presence here on Monday night.