"Pettifer tells me that you are a great authority." "Then Pettifer's wrong," said Thresk and so stopped.

"Pettifer?
Pettifer?
Isn't he a solicitor ?" "Yes, he told me that he knew you.

He married my sister.

They are both coming to tea." With that he led Thresk to his room and left him there.

The room was over the porch of the house and looked down the short level drive to the iron gates and the lane.