We passed the hotel on the outward journey, and I thought I saw a light in--in my wife's suite, but we returned by a different route." He fancied that the detective was about to explain a somewhat peculiar question, but at that instant the police captain summoned Lamotte to his desk.
"I'll read what I have written," he said, "and, if it is correct, you will sign it.

You need not sign unless you wish, but the statement will be given in court, and, if you attest it now, may count in your favor." He recited an exact record of the Frenchman's words, and Lamotte took the pen and scrawled his name.

Then, at a nod from Evans, the roundsman took the prisoner to a cell.
"By Jove! George, or perhaps I ought to say 'By George, Jove!' you did that well," exclaimed Clancy, speaking for the first time since he had entered the station-house, and addressing Steingall.
"I thought I was going to fail, but I stuck to my guns, and it came off," was the modest if rather cryptic reply.
"We, too, have fought with beasts at Ephegus, so let us into this," cried Devar.

"What came off, and where was the risk of failure?
To my mind, you had Lamotte in a double Nelson grip all the time." "That's where you are in error, young man," said Steingall cheerfully.
"Sometimes it pays to pretend a knowledge you don't possess, and this was one of the occasions.

Mr.Clancy and I knew that somewhere in New York were two Hungarians named Gregor Martiny and Ferdinand Rossi.