You are avenged! All my jibes and sneers at Scotland Yard recoil on my own head.

I might have known that such a desperate scoundrel would soon make another attempt, and next time upon the right person.

You followed Mrs.Jiro.I am led astray by a cooked fowl.

Oh, Winter, Winter, who could suspect such depravity in a roasted chicken!" "I'm dashed if I can guess what you're driving at," growled the detective.
"No; I understand.

The blood has left your brain and gone to your stomach.
You will not be able to think for hours." Raving thus, in disjointed sentences that Winter could not make head or tail of, Brett refused to be explicit until they reached the hotel, when he discharged the cabman with a payment that caused the gentleman on the perch to spit on the palm of his hand in great glee, whilst he promptly wheeled the horse in the direction of his livery stables.
They were met by David himself, seated in the foyer by the side of Helen, who looked white and frightened.
"This chap is a terror," began Hume, once they were safe in the privacy of their sitting-room.