What one thought following that second sharp canvass was in exact opposition to what one thought after the glance earlier and more upon the casual.
Inspector Val baffled Richard's conception of the man concerning whom all who read papers had heard so much.

Was this indolent individual that inveterate man-hunter who, with courage of berserk and strength of steel, had pulled down his quarry in the midst of desperate criminals, and then, victim in clutch, cleared his path through?
Something of this may have glimmered in Richard's eye; if so, Inspector Val assumed to have no hint of it, and busied himself in a more precise adjustment of his boutonniere, which floral adornment had become disarranged.

The longer Richard contemplated Inspector Val the more he felt his whalebone sort.

The slim form and sleepy eyes began to suggest that activity and ferocious genius for pursuit which are the first qualities of a ferret.
"If we could be more private," suggested Inspector Val, casting a tired glance about the big public room at Willard's where the two had met.
"We will go to my house," replied Richard.
"And if you don't mind, we'll ride." This with the rising inflection of a request.

"There are carriages at the door." "My own," said Richard, "should be across the way.