"We all of us have some little idea which quarter the wind's in, you know, sir, in these cases.

Of course, Kitely, deceased, had no relatives, Mr.Brereton: in fact, so far as Miss Pett and self are aware, beyond ourselves, he'd no friends." "I was going to ask you a somewhat pertinent question, Mr.Pett," said Brereton.

"Quite an informal one, you know.

Do you think he had any enemies ?" Pett put his long white fingers together and inclined his head to one side.

His slit of a mouth opened slightly, and his queer teeth showed themselves in a sly grin.
"Just so!" he said.