Distress, anxiety, and an impatience almost verging on frenzy, distorted features naturally amiable if not handsome.
"My wife," fell in a gasp from his writhing lips.
"We have come to help you find her," Mr.Gerridge calmly assured him.

Mr.
Gerridge was the detective.

"Relate the circumstances, sir.

Tell us where you were when you first missed her." Mr.Ransom's glance wandered past him to the door.

It was partly open.
The manager, whose name was Loomis, hastily closed it.