"There's nothing in the darned thing." "You ignorant fool, hold your tongue," was the fierce reply.
The newcomer sank into a chair and wiped the perspiration from his streaming forehead.

Mr.Sabin signaled to a waiter.
"You seem upset, Mr.Horser," he remarked politely.

"Allow me to offer you a glass of wine." Mr.Horser did not immediately reply, but he accepted the glass which the waiter brought him, and after a moment's hesitation drained its contents.

Then he turned to Mr.Sabin.
"You said nothing about those letters you had had when you came to see me this morning!" "It was you yourself," Mr.Sabin reminded him, "who begged me not to enter into particulars.

You sent me on to Mr.Skinner.I told him everything." Mr.Horser leaned over the table.