So I know that letter quite well, and criminals quite well.

It's not a criminal's letter.

It's all atmospheres." And he closed his eyes and passed his hand over his forehead.
Rupert and the Major were regarding him with a mixture of respect and pity.

The former said, "Well, I'm going, anyhow, and shall continue to think--until your spiritual mystery turns up--that a man who sends a note recommending a crime, that is, actually a crime that is actually carried out, at least tentatively, is, in all probability, a little casual in his moral tastes.

Can I have that revolver ?" "Certainly," said Basil, getting up.