But it's cursed hard that I should be lagged over this young Sholto, with whom I had no quarrel whatever." "You are under the charge of Mr.Athelney Jones, of Scotland Yard.

He is going to bring you up to my rooms, and I shall ask you for a true account of the matter.

You must make a clean breast of it, for if you do I hope that I may be of use to you.

I think I can prove that the poison acts so quickly that the man was dead before ever you reached the room." "That he was, sir.

I never got such a turn in my life as when I saw him grinning at me with his head on his shoulder as I climbed through the window.