"I gathered that he was coming back again after dinner in a car." "Did you hear a car at all that night ?" "I rather fancied I did," the man asserted.

"I didn't take particular notice, though." Tallente frowned.
"I am very much afraid, Robert," he said, "that wherever Mr.Palliser is, those papers are." Robert shivered.
"Very good, sir," he said, in a low tone.
"Any speculations as to that young man's whereabouts," Tallente continued thoughtfully, "must necessarily be a matter of pure guesswork, but supposing, Robert, he should have wandered in that mist the wrong way--turned to the left, for instance, outside this window, instead of to the right--he might very easily have fallen over the cliff." "The walk is very unsafe in the dark, sir," Robert acquiesced, looking down at the carpet.
"It was not my intention," Tallente remarked thoughtfully, "to kill the young man.

A brawl in front of the windows was impossible, so I took him with me to the lookout.

I suppose he was tactless and I lost my temper.

I struck him on the chin and he went backwards, through that piece of rotten paling, you know, Robert--" "I know, sir," the man interrupted, with a little moan.