"What do you want?
I don't want to be bothered just now; got plenty of my own affairs on my mind." But he followed the detective.

Mr.Jacobs closed the door and stood, on one side of the table, looking at Heyton on the other.
"Yes, this has been a most upsetting business for you, my lord," he said.

"You have had, and are having, a most trying time; this is the kind of thing which will break down the strongest man; and I'm about to take the liberty of offering you a word of advice." As he spoke, he took up a Continental Bradshaw which was lying open on the table.

"In cases of your kind, there's nothing like a change of scene and air.

You want to go right away: I mean, a _long_ way .-- I've been looking up one or two places where a man could hide himself--I beg your pardon!--I mean, seclude himself without fear of interruption or--interference." Heyton stared at him; and as he stared, with a puzzled frown, his swollen face grew mottled, livid in places, red in others.
"I don't know what the devil you mean!" he blurted out.