He halted opposite Mrs.
Eastham's house, where the barrister still stood drawing on his gloves on the doorstep.
"Yes," said Brett aloud, "you _are_ an egregious ass, Winter." "Why, Mr.Brett ?" asked the unabashed detective.

"Isn't the make-up good ?" "It is the make-up that always leads you astray.

You never theorise above the level of the _Police Gazette_." Mr.Winter yielded to not unnatural annoyance.

With habitual caution, he glanced around to assure himself that no other person was within earshot; then he said vehemently: "I tell you, Mr.Brett, that swine killed Sir Alan Hume-Frazer." "You use strong language." "Not stronger than he deserves." "What are you doing here ?" "I heard he was in London, and watched him.

I saw him go to your chambers and guessed what was up, so I came down here to see you and tell you what I know." "Out of pure good-nature ?" "You can believe it or not, Mr.Brett.It is the truth." "He has been tried and acquitted.