The perfume of the violets at her waistband seemed to remind him of his return to civilization.
"Well, I'll take my risks of that, Miss Morse," he declared.

"If you'll only let me know what I can do for you--" "It's about poor Mr.Hamilton Fynes," she explained.

"I took up the evening paper only half an hour ago, and read your interview with the reporter.

I simply couldn't help stopping to ask whether you could give me any further particulars about that horrible affair.

I didn't dare to come here all alone, so I asked Sir Charles to come along with me." Mr.Coulson, being invited to do so, seated himself on the lounge by the young lady's side.