I beg your pardon," he added.
He arose as if to go.

Mr.Schultze brought a heavy hand down on the slim shoulder of the expert, and turned to Mr.Latham.
"Laadham, you are listening to der man who knows more as all of us pud in a crowd," he declared.

"_Mein Gott_, I do believe he's right!" Mr.Latham was a cold, unimaginative man of business; he hadn't even believed in fairies when he was a boy.

This was child-talk; he permitted himself to express his opinion by a jerk of his head, and was silent.

Diamonds like those out of meteors! Bosh!.