"Most interesting thing I've seen in an English newspaper since I landed.

Didn't sound like London somehow.
Gray old law-abiding place, my partner always calls it." "I am going to be quite frank with you, Mr.Coulson," the Inspector continued.

"I am going to tell you exactly why I have come to see you again tonight." "Why, that's good," Mr.Coulson declared.

"I like to know everything a man's got in his mind." "I have come to you," the Inspector said, "because, by a somewhat curious coincidence, I find that, besides your slight acquaintance with and knowledge of Mr.Hamilton Fynes, you were also acquainted with this Mr.Richard Vanderpole,--that you were," he continued, knocking the ash off his cigar and speaking a little more slowly, "the last person, except the driver of the taxicab, to have seen him alive." Mr.Coulson turned slowly around and faced his companion.
"Now, how the devil do you know that ?" he asked.
The Inspector smiled tolerantly.
"Well," he said, "that is very simple.

The taxicab started from here.
Mr.Vanderpole had been visiting some one in the hotel.