"He must have been a splendid fellow: great pity he died.

Oh, yes, I know who it is," he went on, answering the question in Celia's eyes.

"I've been making acquaintance with the family portraits: very fond of pictures; almost as fond as I am of cattle; but as I shan't be able to afford both, why----!" At this moment Inspector Brown came hurriedly through the back hall; he was very hot and wiped the perspiration from his sunburnt face with a red bandana.
"I've news for you, Mr.Jacobs," he cried, as calmly as he could.

"Will you come into the sitting-room; will you come at once, please: most important!" Mr.Jacobs looked at him curiously; then beckoned to Celia.
"You come too, Miss Grant," he said.

"You know shorthand--I saw some scraps of paper in your waste-paper basket.