What, enter a carriage in a fog, steal a necklace, and carry it around with him for months?
Never in this world.

And private secretary to the very person he had robbed?
Of all the fool situations, this was the cap! Imbecility was written all over the face of it.

It was simply a coincidence in the matter of names.
Yet, steward on the _Celtic_; there was no getting away from that.
There could not have been two Thomas Webbs on board.

I'm afraid Killigrew swore; distant thunder, off behind the hills there.

He struck the desk with his balled fist.