Try one of these," he added, producing a cigar case.
The Inspector thanked him and helped himself.

Mr.Coulson summoned the waiter.
"Highball for me," he directed.

"What's yours, Mr.Jacks ?" "Thank you very much," the Inspector said.

"I will take a little Scotch whiskey and soda." The two men sat down.

The corner was a retired one, and there was no one within earshot.
"Say, are you still on this Hamilton Fynes business ?" Mr.Coulson asked.
"Partly," the Inspector replied.
"You know, I'm not making reflections," Mr.Coulson said, sticking his cigar in a corner of his mouth and leaning back in a comfortable attitude, "but it does seem to me that you are none too rapid on this side in clearing up these matters.