"I understand that the man with whom I had a struggle last night has received some internal injuries and is likely to die." Draconmeyer's manner became more mysterious.

He glanced around the room as though to be sure that they were not overheard.
"I trust, Sir Henry," he said, "that you will not think me in any way presumptuous if I speak to you intimately.

I have never had the privilege of your friendship, and in this unfortunate disagreement between your wife and yourself I have been compelled to accept your wife's point of view, owing to the friendship between Mrs.Draconmeyer and herself.

I trust you will believe, however, that I have no feelings of hostility towards you." "You are very kind," Hunterleys murmured.
His face seemed set in graven lines.

For all the effect the other's words had upon him, he might have been wearing a mask.
"The law here in some respects is very curious," Draconmeyer continued.
"Some of the statutes have been unaltered for a thousand years.