She did the typewriting herself, which was but natural; and she is not an adept, as anyone may tell by the clumsy, irregular way in which she begins her lines.

Now take----" Matzai came in and announced Mr.Duff.
"Bring him up," said Inspector Val, and then, turning apologetically to Richard, he added: "Pardon the liberty of giving commands in your house.
I'm so eager to hear whether Mr.Duff's investigation corroborates my theory that for a moment I thought I was back in Mulberry Street.

Well, Mr.Duff," as that worthy was ushered in, "what did you learn?
This gentleman is Mr.Storms." Mr.Duff seemed to know all about Richard; probably his partner sightseeing over the way had told him.

He nodded blandly as Inspector Val gave his name, and then proceeded to answer that superior officer.
"The man is a laborer in the Treasury Department.

He went to the Treasury Building from here, and made a straight wake for a woman who works at drawing plans and that sort of thing in the office of the Supervising Architect.