The drinks were brought, and he raised his glass to his guest.
"Here's luck!" he said--"luck to you with your game of human chess, and luck to me with my woollen machinery patents! You were speaking of that second murder," he remarked, setting down his glass.

"I haven't noticed the papers much this morning.

Has any arrest been made yet ?" "Not yet," the Inspector admitted.

"To tell you the truth, we find it almost as puzzling an affair as the one in which Mr.Hamilton Fynes was concerned." Mr.Coulson nodded.

He seemed content, at this stage in their conversation, to assume the role of listener.
"You read the particulars of the murder of Mr.Vanderpole, I suppose ?" the Inspector asked.
"Every word," Mr.Coulson answered.