I want you to tell me how you managed this.

Did you telephone her or write a note?
Sit down here now and let's have it out." They drew away from the crowd and found seats in a quiet corner of the lobby.
Harwood, his anger unabated, repeated his question.
"Out with it; just how did you manage it ?" Allen was twisting his gloves nervously; he had not been conscious of transgressing any law, but he would not for worlds have invited Harwood's displeasure.

He was near to tears; but he remained stubbornly silent until Harwood again demanded to know how he contrived the meeting with Marian.
"I'm sorry, old man," Allen answered, "but I can't tell you anything about it.

I don't see that my crime is so heinous.

She has been cooped up in the hotel all day with her sick mother, and a short walk--it was only a few blocks--couldn't have done her any harm.