I wasn't over well acquainted with Mr.Fynes, although a good many people seemed to fancy that we were kind of bosom friends.

That newspaper man, for instance, met me at the station and stuck to me like a leech; drove down here with me, and was willing to stand all the liquor I could drink.
Then there was a gentleman from Scotland Yard, who was in such a hurry that he came to see me in my bedroom.

_He_ had a sort of an idea that I had been brought up from infancy with Hamilton Fynes and could answer a sheaf of questions a yard long.

As soon as I got rid of him, up comes that page boy and brings your card." "It does seem too bad, Mr.Coulson," Penelope declared, raising her wonderful eyes to his and smiling sympathetically.

"You have really brought it upon yourself, though, to some extent, haven't you, by answering so many questions for this Comet man ?" "Those newspaper fellows," Mr.Coulson remarked, "are wonders.