Come, produce the knife, Mr.
Lessingham." The knife was forthcoming, and presently they all turned their faces homeward.

Philippa arrested both her companions on the outskirts of the wood, and pointed to the red-tiled little town, to the sombre, storm-beaten grey church on the edge of the cliff, to the peaceful fields, the stretch of gorse-sprinkled common, and the rolling stretch of green turf on the crown of the cliffs.

Beyond was the foam-flecked blue sea, dotted all over with cargo steamers.
"Would one believe," she asked satirically, "that there should be scope here in this forgotten little spot for the brains of a--Mr.Lessingham!" "Remember that I was sent," he protested.

"The error, if error there be, is not mine." "And after all," Helen reminded them both, "think how easily one may be misled by appearances.

You couldn't imagine anything more honest than the faces of the villagers and the fishermen one sees about, yet do you know, Mr.Lessingham, that we were visited by burglars last night ?" "Seriously ?" he asked.
"Without a doubt.