"You will remember I always differed from all of you, but it seems that I am wrong too.

I pictured him as a tall, melancholy man, with a conical bald head and with a habit of plucking at a black straggling beard--something like the portraits of Tennyson." "To me," said Luttrell, "he was always fat and fussy, with white spats." "But why are you interested in him at all ?" cried Hillyard.
"We will explain the affair to you on the balcony," answered Luttrell, as he rose.
They moved into the dark and coolness of this spacious place, and, stretching themselves in comfort on the long cane chairs, they explained to Hillyard this great mystery.

Rayne began the tale.
"You see, we don't get a mail here so very often.

Consequently we pay attention when it comes.

We read the _Searchlight_, for instance, with care." Mr.Blacker snatched the narrative away at this point.
"And Sir Chichester Splay occurs in most issues and in many columns.