Damn! If Phineas should be sitting up there in his room with that hideous little smile upon his lips, talking and talking across the wires hour after hour, while we hang round like idiots and play his game! It's maddening to think of." "Oh, rot!" Littleson declared.

"You can imagine everything if you try.
There are the doctor's bulletins! We've had a dozen detectives all round the place, and there is not a single murmur of his having been seen by any one, or known to have even dictated a letter." "I've never known him sick for a day in my life," Bardsley said thickly.
"It must come some time," Littleson answered.

"It's always these men who've never been ill at all, who come down suddenly.

I'm not going to worry myself about nothing.

Our only mistake was in the way that child was handled.