"It won't happen if you take up the case; Mr.Narkom tells me he is sure of that.
Come with me, Mr.Cleek.My motor is waiting at the garage.

Come back with me, for God's sake--for humanity's sake--and get to the bottom of the thing." "Yes," said Cleek in reply.

"Give Lennard the address of the garage, please; and--Mr.Narkom!" "Yes, old chap ?" "Pull up at the first grocer's shop you see, will you, and buy me a couple of pounds of the best white flour that's milled; and if you can't manage to get me either a sieve or a flour dredger, a tin pepper-pot will do!".