Even her ladyship has only used a candle in her bedroom." "Show the inspector in," Sir Henry directed, "and I'll hear what he has to say.

And give Dumble some whisky as he goes out, and a cigar." "Wishing you good night, sir," the latter said, as he followed Mills.
"I'll be punctual in the morning.

Looks to me as though we might have good sport." "We'll hope for it, anyway, Jimmy," his employer replied cheerfully.
"Come in, Inspector." The inspector, a tall, broad-shouldered man, saluted and stood at attention.

Sir Henry nodded affably and glanced towards the door.

He remained silent until Mills and Dumble had disappeared.
"Glad I happened to catch you, Inspector," he observed, sitting on the edge of the table and helping himself to another cigarette.