"The robbery was committed by one of the visitors staying in the house!" "Yes!" said Charles.
"Yes!" echoed a whisper from the bed.
Charles looked up slowly and deliberately, and the eyes of father and son met again.
"We do not often agree, father," he said, in a measured voice.

"I mark this exception to the rule with pleasure." "When I had made out as much as this," continued Ralph, "father told me to call both of you and Charles, to consider what ought to be done before we make any move." "Have you an inventory of the jewels ?" asked Marston at length.
"None," said Sir George, "unless Middleton had one from Sir John." I thereupon recapitulated in full all the circumstances of the bequest, finally adding that Sir John had never so much as mentioned an inventory.
"So much the better for the thief," said Marston, his chin in his hands.
"It is not a case for a detective," he added.
"I think not," said Charles.
A kind of hoarse ghostly laugh came from the bed.

"Charles is always right," whispered the sick man.

"Quite unnecessary, I am sure." "Oh, I don't know," I said, feeling I had not yet been of as much assistance as I could have wished.

"Now, I think detectives are of use--really useful, you know, in finding out things.