Now there's the beginning of a film story for you! What do you want more than that?
There's dramatic interest, surprise, an original situation." "After all, I suppose the explanation was quite a simple one," Mr.Busby remarked.

"They were probably acquaintances, and they stayed to have a chat." Mr.Raymond Greene shook his head doubtfully.
"All I can say to that is that it was a queer place to choose for a little friendly conversation," he pronounced.

"They were both tall men--about the same height, I should say--and it would have been impossible for them to have even stood upright." "You mentioned the fact, did you not," the lady who called herself Miss Pinsent observed, "that it was raining heavily at the time?
Perhaps they stayed under the bridge to shelter." "That's something I never thought of," Mr.Greene admitted, "perhaps for the reason that they both of them seemed quite indifferent to the rain.
The young man in the dark clothes hadn't even an umbrella.

I must admit that I allowed my thoughts to travel in another direction.

Professional instinct, you see.