He was a big man, and his face was a little flushed.
Littleson, too, had slid softly from the edge of the table, and was watching his friend's face as though for a signal.

Norris Vine, long, angular, unathletic, showed not the slightest signs of discomposure.

He was leaning back in his chair, gently twirling by its thin black ribbon the horn-rimmed eyeglass which he usually wore.
"Mr.Vine," Weiss said, "whatever attitude we may take up afterwards, there isn't the slightest need to play a part with you.

We did sign that document, and we have been kicking ourselves ever since for doing so.

It was Phineas Duge's idea, and we are fairly well convinced that he pressed us for our signatures as subscribers to the fund, simply for the purpose of having in his possession a document which might, if its contents were known, cause us some inconvenience.