"I want to get into my office before six o'clock.

I dare say I shall be running across you again before you go back." He shook hands and turned away.

Then Mr.Coulson made what was, perhaps, his second slight mistake.
"Say, Mr.Jacks," he exclaimed, "what made you mention that young lady's name, anyway?
I'm curious to know." The Inspector looked thoughtfully at the end of the fresh cigar which he had just lit.
"Well," he said, "I don't know that there was anything definite in my mind, only it seems a little strange that you and Miss Penelope Morse should both have been acquainted with the murdered man and that you should have come across one another." "Sort of bond between us, eh ?" Mr.Coulson replied.

"She seemed a very charming young lady.

Cut above Fynes, I should think." The detective smiled.
"All your American young ladies who come over here are charming," he said.