I didn't believe it, but just the same it is not a story which you can afford to have even whispered." Radnor raised his head sharply.
"Ah, I see!" His eyes wavered a moment and then fixed themselves miserably on my face.

"Has--has Polly Mathers heard that ?" "Yes," I returned, "I fancy she has." He struck the table with a quick flash of anger.
"It's a damned lie! And it comes from Jim Mattison." And now as to the events which followed during the night.

I've repeated them so many times to so many different persons that it is difficult for me to recall just what were my original sensations.

I went to bed but I didn't go to sleep; this ha'nt business was getting on my nerves almost as badly as the Patterson-Pratt case.

After a time I heard someone let himself softly out of the house; I knew well that it was Radnor and I didn't get up to look.