Come into the library and I'll give you one of my choice cigars.

Here's Craig waiting to let us in.

Any news, Craig ?" The man-servant in plain clothes who admitted them shook his head.
"Nothing has happened, sir," he replied.

"The telephone is ringing in the study now, though." "I will answer it myself," the Professor declared, bustling off.
He hurried across the bare landing and into an apartment which seemed to be half museum, half library.

There were skeletons leaning in unexpected corners, strange charts upon the walls, a wilderness of books and pamphlets in all manner of unexpected places, mingled with quaintly-carved curios, gods from West African temples, implements of savage warfare, butterfly nets.