Did not you see how Ralph tried to stop me when he thought I was committing myself by accusing Carr, who, it seems, was quite out of the question?
I am glad you cut it short, Marston.

He was making himself worse every moment." "Come on with that key of yours, and let us go and let out Carr," replied Marston, patting Charles kindly on the back, "or he will be kicking all the paint off the door." "Not he!" said Charles.

"An honest man would have rung up the whole household and nearly battered the door down by this time, thinking it had been locked by mistake.

Carr knows better." We had reached the smoking-room by this time, just as the gong was beginning to sound for luncheon, and under cover of the noise Charles fitted the key into the key-hole and unlocked the door.

He and Marston went slowly in, talking on some indifferent subject, and I followed..