I instinctively put a cigar in my mouth the moment I wake up in the morning.

It is a disgraceful habit, and really is one of my few vices," he admitted.

"I threw it down when I turned out the radiator." Tarling smiled.
"Won't you sit down ?" said Milburgh, seating himself in the least comfortable of the chairs.

"You see," his smile was apologetic as he waved his hand to the table, "the work is frightfully heavy now that poor Mr.Lyne is dead.

I am obliged to bring it home, and I can assure you, Mr.Tarling, that there are some nights when I work till daylight, getting things ready for the auditor." "Do you ever take exercise ?" asked Tarling innocently.