In either case he will be here directly.

London, you know, is not the city of mysteries that Paris is.

There is very little, indeed, that can happen to a man between Charing Cross Station and the Milan Hotel." She leaned forward a little and buried her face in her hands.
"Please don't!" I begged.

"Indeed, I mean what I say! There is no cause to be anxious.

Your uncle spoke of stopping at a chemist's.