Think of it, Ruth! Three pounds a week!" A smile lightened her face for a moment as she squeezed his fingers.
"But why ?" she asked.

"What do you mean about your shoulders and your muscle ?" "It is all very mysterious," he declared, "but do you know I believe Mr.Weatherley is afraid.

He shook like a leaf when I told him of the murder of Rosario.

I believe he thinks that there was some sort of blackmailing plot and he is afraid that something of the kind might happen to him.

My instructions are never to leave his office, especially if he is visited by any strangers." "It sounds absurd," she remarked.