He thought you'd find 'em interesting.

And knowing of this bequest, sir, I thought I'd bring the book down.

You might just give me a formal receipt for its delivery, Mr.Bent." Bent took his curious legacy and led Mr.Pett away to a writing-desk to dictate a former of receipt.

And as they turned away, the superintendent signed to Brereton to step into a corner of the room with him.
"You know what you said about that electric torch notion this afternoon, sir ?" he whispered.

"Well, after you left me, I just made an inquiry--absolutely secret, you know--myself.