You perceive, therefore, that something depends on when and how you came by them.

Still, since you prefer--and perhaps wisely--to keep your knowledge to yourself, I'll start by making out the warrant and we'll have in the constables." Mr.Rogers stepped towards the bureau.
"Wh--" Leicester attempted a low whistle, but his mouth hurt him and he desisted.

An ugly grin of comprehension spread over his face--of comprehension and, at the same time, of relief.

"That explains," he muttered.

"But where did he find the pluck ?" "Eh ?" Mr.Rogers, in the act of seating himself by the bureau, had caught the tone but not the words.