When he saw my face, he seemed to realise danger--immediate danger--and slunk out of the room as noiselessly as if he had been blown out.

I learned one thing, however--he is an enemy, if ever a man had one." "That still leaves us three to two!" put in Sir Nathaniel.
"Then Caswall slunk out, much as the nigger had done.

When he had gone, Lilla recovered at once." "Now," said Sir Nathaniel, anxious to restore peace, "have you found out anything yet regarding the negro?
I am anxious to be posted regarding him.

I fear there will be, or may be, grave trouble with him." "Yes, sir, I've heard a good deal about him--of course it is not official; but hearsay must guide us at first.

You know my man Davenport--private secretary, confidential man of business, and general factotum.