"But, you see, I know precious little; in fact, I don't know anything.

My man came bursting into my room this morning, and told me they'd found my father--well, as you know, lying in his dressing-room, badly knocked about; and, of course, I went straight to his room, and--that's all I know about it." "Quite so, my lord.

I should like to see the room at once." "Come on, then," said Heyton.

He was quite calm, and was quite proud of being so calm.

The Inspector might look at the room as long as he liked; it wouldn't tell him anything of the truth.
They went up to the dressing-room, and the Inspector walked straight to the safe and began to look, not at its contents, but along the edge of the door.