"Giving orders to a subordinate to strangle a harmless stranger in a coal-cellar may strike you as a very blameless experiment, but--" "Do you think they wanted to strangle the Major ?" asked Basil, in the same distant and monotonous voice.
"My dear fellow, you've been asleep.

Look at the letter." "I am looking at the letter," said the mad judge calmly; though, as a matter of fact, he was looking at the fire.

"I don't think it's the sort of letter one criminal would write to another." "My dear boy, you are glorious," cried Rupert, turning round, with laughter in his blue bright eyes.

"Your methods amaze me.

Why, there is the letter.