"I have assisted the police on more than one occasion.

I wonder whether you would tell me, as a special favour, what address ?" The constable looked at him.
"Yes," he said slowly, "if you like.

His address is: The Elms, Buxton Common, near Purley, Surrey." "Thank you," said Rupert, and ran home through the gathering night as fast as his legs could carry him, repeating the address to himself.
Rupert Grant generally came down late in a rather lordly way to breakfast; he contrived, I don't know how, to achieve always the attitude of the indulged younger brother.

Next morning, however, when Basil and I came down we found him ready and restless.
"Well," he said sharply to his brother almost before we sat down to the meal.

"What do you think of your Drummond Keith now ?" "What do I think of him ?" inquired Basil slowly.