That is in a certain shop in Brett Street, and on the lips of a certain secret agent once upon a time the confidential and trusted spy of the late Baron Stott-Wartenheim, Ambassador of a Great Power to the Court of St James." The Assistant Commissioner paused, then added: "Those fellows are a perfect pest." In order to raise his drooping glance to the speaker's face, the Personage on the hearthrug had gradually tilted his head farther back, which gave him an aspect of extraordinary haughtiness.
"Why not leave it to Heat ?" "Because he is an old departmental hand.

They have their own morality.
My line of inquiry would appear to him an awful perversion of duty.

For him the plain duty is to fasten the guilt upon as many prominent anarchists as he can on some slight indications he had picked up in the course of his investigation on the spot; whereas I, he would say, am bent upon vindicating their innocence.

I am trying to be as lucid as I can in presenting this obscure matter to you without details." "He would, would he ?" muttered the proud head of Sir Ethelred from its lofty elevation.
"I am afraid so--with an indignation and disgust of which you or I can have no idea.

He's an excellent servant.