You think every one as good as yourself.

Isn't the thing plain enough now?
A doubtful acquaintance; rowdy stories, a most suspicious conversation, mean streets, a concealed knife, a man nearly killed, and, finally, a false address.

That's what we call glaring goodness." "It's certainly very extraordinary," repeated Basil.

And he strolled moodily about the room.

Then he said: "You are quite sure, constable, that there's no mistake?
You got the address right, and the police have really gone to it and found it was a fraud ?" "It was very simple, sir," said the policeman, chuckling.