'He is my uncle.' 'Why, now, that's quite interesting!' observed Mr.Van Torp, rising deliberately and thrusting his hands into his pockets.
Logotheti, who knew nothing about the details of Lady Maud's pending divorce, could not imagine what the American was driving at, and waited for more.

Mr.Van Torp began to walk up and down, with his rather clumsy gait, digging his heels into vivid depths of the new Smyrna carpet at every step.
'I wasn't going to tell you,' he said at last, 'but I may just as well.

Most of the accusations in that letter are lies.

I didn't blow up the subway.

I know it was done on purpose, of course, but I had nothing to do with it, and any man who says I had, takes me for a fool, which you'll probably allow I'm not.