You see, I'm on to it all!" "I presume it's a newspaper story you're after ?" Mr.Pyecroft inquired politely.
"Of course!" "Then"-- in the same polite tone--"if you know it all, why don't you print it ?" "I want the heart-story of the runaway lovers," declared Mr.Mayfair.
"I'm afraid, Mr.Mayfair," Mr.Pyecroft suggested gently, "that you are the one who is only bluffing.

You have a suspicion, and are trying to find evidence to support it." "I know, I tell you!" "Then may I inquire to whom young Mr.De Peyster is married ?" "I know all right!" "Ah, then, you don't really know," said Mr.Pyecroft mildly.
"I know, I tell you!" Mr.Mayfair repeated in his sharp, third-degree manner.
"Then why trouble us?
Why not, as I have already suggested, print it ?" "I'm here to see them!" Mr.Mayfair said peremptorily.

Then his tone became soft, diplomatic.

"The housekeeper spoke about referring me to her brother.

You are her brother, I suppose ?" "I am." Mr.Mayfair smiled persuasively.